[Intro: Big L]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, Big L, uh, Corleone A.K.A. Tommy Gibbs
Flamboyant Entertainment
D.I.T.C. forever, word up!
Tired of these punk niggas, yo
We gon' hit 'em like this, check it out

[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo! While y'all standin' on the corner bummy and high
I'm out buyin' the finest things money can buy
Cats frontin' like they holdin', but them crabs is broke
Chippin' in for $10 bags of smoke
All on my back because of the fame and the wealth
You male groupie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself
Plus I'm runnin' with thugs who bust slugs at the heat
I be that MC who mad chicks be lovin' to meet
And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street
I swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet
If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up!
Put your jewels up! Whatever, put your honey up!
Put your raggedy house up, punk! Or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, far from broke, got enough bread
Mad hoes, ask Beavis — I get nothin' but head
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