Music: L. Coleman/H. Brown/I. Crumley/r. mandell/N. Pintong/A. Guindi
Check it out, now (Uh-huh)
Big L, Corleone (No doubt)
Flamboyant Entertainment (Uh-huh)
One love to my big brother, Big Lee (No doubt)
Holdin' it down from the inside right now
When you come home, it's on (Watch this)
Herb McGruff (Yo)
Universal
Harlem World shit, yeah (No doubt)
139 and Lenox shit, uh (Y'all know how we do)
Danger Zone, shit
I be twistin' bitches a lot, have 'em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
I'll be droppin' like early August, late July
With tracks that'll make you cry, hate, you die
Stop frontin', you got no dough, might've had, but not no mo'
You mad 'cause I knocked your ho
While cops watch me, I got cats who watch po-po
My block loco, don't need a crew, I rock solo
Or with my nigga Gruff, these faggot niggas ain't rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust
Go 'head and let your crew soup you up
And the ambulance gon' have to come to scoop you up
**** what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past gold
And if you don't agree, you's a asshole
Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird
And spark this herb 'til homicide chomp the curb
You heard? I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World, y'all know where the **** I'm from (Danger Zone)
The game of life got ups and downs, downs and ups (Uh-huh)
Kingpin cats lose their crowns to cuffs (Yeah)
Drunk and murdered, some get shot (Baow)
Sold it all, nigga, heroin, cocaine, pot (Uh-huh), it don't stop
Rise to the top, niggas start despising my props (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I rap, but still got them pies on the block (Yeah)
Bitches lookin' at the size of my rocks, size of my knots
Keep a stash box, ride with them Glocks
It's a stick-up, all y'all niggas crash the pavement
Pass your change, pass your Rollies, pass your bracelets
Feel them hollow laced tips, spray clips
At them punks that be runnin' their lips
Now gun to their bitch, gun to them
Screws off, don't miss none of them, screw po-po, right in front of them
Double M, goddamn, niggas shouldn't have ****ed with him
Y'all niggas sufferin', I'm thug hustlin'
Rushin' in, in coke spots, no tusslin'
Yeah, it's us again, stuck you before
Tied your monkey ass up, took the bucks and the raw
You heard?
I remember when we did this joint, know what I'm sayin'?
Quad Studios, me and my nigga Big L, know what I'm sayin'?
I miss my nigga Big L, rest in peace, my brother, real talk
Corleone, top five dead or alive
Matter of fact, top three, nigga
**** that, top three, nigga
Big L, Corleone
Danger Zone shit