[Verse 1: Big L]
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 Hudson
And Boy George
I destroy frauds with one verse
Nigga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burst
L is the type to murder your sons first
To get my point across
Since ya'll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya'll might as well join the force
Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed
Niggas be hustlin' daily, tryin' to fuck more bitches than Wilt
Takin' pictures in silk, gator'd up
Passport dated up, hair braided up
I fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up
I'm runnin' wit' Cheeks, he runnin wit' me
We runnin' together
We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front
The guns is under the leather
Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel
Steppin' to Corle, you betta be real
Cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill
My crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I been killin' up shit at rap events
It's like as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell
I'm rugged as hell, brothas can tell
That none of you niggas is fuckin' wit' L
When I'm that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parent's haven't met yet
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 Hudson
And Boy George
I destroy frauds with one verse
Nigga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burst
L is the type to murder your sons first
To get my point across
Since ya'll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya'll might as well join the force
Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed
Niggas be hustlin' daily, tryin' to fuck more bitches than Wilt
Takin' pictures in silk, gator'd up
Passport dated up, hair braided up
I fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up
I'm runnin' wit' Cheeks, he runnin wit' me
We runnin' together
We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front
The guns is under the leather
Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel
Steppin' to Corle, you betta be real
Cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill
My crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I been killin' up shit at rap events
It's like as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell
I'm rugged as hell, brothas can tell
That none of you niggas is fuckin' wit' L
When I'm that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parent's haven't met yet
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