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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) Holding it down from the inside, right now When you come home, it's on Herb McGruff (Yo) Universal Harlem World shit, yeah (No doubt) 139 & Lenox shit, uh (Y'all know how we do) Danger Zone, shit I be twisting bitches a lot Have 'em shit on this cock I wasn't prepared for this I wrote my shit on the spot I'll be dropping 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 more You mad 'cause I knocked your hoe While the 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 Letras de cancionesThese faggot niggas ain't rich as us I need chicks to lust Soak my weed, mixed with dust Go 'head let your crew soup you up And the ambulance gon' have to come to scoop you up Fuck with my last soul My new shit is going past gold And if you don't agree, you's an asshole Mark my word, you gon' 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 fuck I'm from Danger Zone From the game of life Got ups and downs, downs and ups Kingpin cats lose their crowns to cuffs Drunk and murdered, some get shot Sold it all, nigga, heroin, cocaine pot, it don't stop Rise to the top, niggas [?] spazzing my pops Yeah, I rap, but still got them pies on the block Bitches looking 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 yo' change, pass your Rollies, pass your bracelets Feel them hollow laced tips, spray clips At them punks that be running 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 fucked 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 saying? Quad Studios, me and my nigga Big L, you know what I'm saying? 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 Fuck that, top three, nigga Big L, Corleone Danger Zone shit From Letras Mania