Exclusive 2003 Shit Big L (Ft. DJ Ron G)

[Intro: Big L & DJ Ron G]
Big L, Harlem's finest
Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown
(My nigga Big L!)
Who gets down for the count
(Rest in peace, my nigga! Love you)
To drop something

[Verse 1: Big L & DJ Ron G]
I keep a stash full of cash, puffing grass with a dash of some hash
Jeans be saggin' off half of my ass
I keep it ghetto, still, I'm a fly fellow
I love the cuties, no matter if they dark-skin or high yellow
My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw
I'm getting cheddar galore like never before
I can pull a dime quicker than Dillinger can pull a heist
I rock the blue face presidential for the ice (Woo!)
Me and my crew is sick like the flu
So what you gon' do, boo, when we come for you, huh?
It ain't no calling time out once I climb out the garbage can
Get two nines out, and blow your spine out

[Interlude: DJ Ron G]
Don't forget y'all, Ron G
You only gonna hear it right here, exclusive
Big, big shout-out to the whole 39th, 40th
You heard?