Big L
We Got This
You ready? You sure?Check it!I'm comin through ya'll, with the Glock buckin'Your whole block duckin'Every bitch that I'm fuckin' with now is cock suckin'It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin'Ya'll niggas is faggots like Rock HudsonAnd Boy GeorgeI destroy frauds with one verseNigga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burstL is the type to murder your sons firstTo get my point acrossSince ya'll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya'll mightas well join the forceWhere I'm from, believe me, snitches get killedNiggas be hustlin' daily, tryin' to fuck more bitches thanWiltTakin' pictures in silk, gator'd upPassport dated up, hair braided upI fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave itupI'm runnin' wit' Cheeks, he runnin wit' meWe runnin' togetherWe get drunk and blunted together, but don't frontThe guns is under the leatherLetras de cancionesReady to ill, ready to kill, ready to peelSteppin' to Corle, you betta be realCause none of my niggas be lettin' me chillMy crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenchedRappers I jack and lynchNobody can fuck with the way I been killin' up shit at rapeventsIt's like as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' thepeople yellI'm rugged as hell, brothas can tellThat none of you niggas is fuckin' wit' LWhen I'm that nigga you expect to catch wreck on anycassette deckI'm so ahead of my time my parent's haven't met yetHittin' niggas with the real rap, remedyRemember the real niggas from the NYMe and my men highStay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotnessYa'll niggas chill kid, we got thisHittin' niggas with the remedyRemember the real niggas from the NYFor all ya'll that couldn't keep up...Me and my men highCount the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness...let me slow it down for ya'llYa'll niggas chill kid, we got thisCheck itYo, where I'm from, dudes get slicedCause crews is trifeAnd you might loose your life for your jewels and iceI'ma slide to the 'tely and abuse your wifeIf I got one rubber, I'ma use it twiceI give young fools advice about the rules of heistWhen I rock gators, hoes be like: Them shoes is nice!Dimes I'm willin' to hit, I stay drillin' a chickThey all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dickAnd I never walk the streets without the vest and the chromeCause all my jewels be rocky like Sylvester StalloneI'll blast the TEC at your dome and leave you restin' aloneGo home and puff a fat bag of ses' 'til I'm goneYou got this nigga frontin' like he the main eventWhen his album ain't even last long, it came and wentI'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to himNiggas don't want it wit' LThey be like: Anybody but him!Hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedyRemember the real niggas from the NYMe and my men highStay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotnessYa'll niggas chill kid, we got thisHittin niggas with the remedyRemember the real niggas from the NYMe and my men highCount the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotnessYa'll niggas chill kid, we got thisWe got this shit on lockYou know me, I be up on Big L's blockOne-three-to the nine, kidWe be hangin with my niggasEvery day I want the ex-poYo, do a show Uptown, Boogie DownBack to Queens, be the same ro
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