Hell Up In Harlem Children of the Corn

[Intro: Big L]

A yo check it out
We about to make this shit real hot
We got Big L, Herb McGruff and Ron G the mix king
The niggas that hold it down for Uptown
Check it out
Bust it

[Verse 1: Big L]

I walk around with six thou' sippin' on Cristal
My whole clicks wild I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits now
What I recite, you takin' hours to write
So if you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like
I’m about as ridiculous as bankrolls, clothes and hostin' shows Smokin foes and strokin' hoes in the Poconos
I roll wit intruders looters and sharp shooters
Who spark Buddhas and fuck thick bitches wit large hooters
I grew up in the slums of greed
Known for Drawin guns with speed or
Sellin' tons a weed cuz I got sons to feed
Harlem’s where the thugs rest, in the slug fest
We sendin faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh
I only roll wit big willie ass niggas
So motherfuck all them little silly ass niggas
I chew punks like chew sticks, known for droppin' new hits
I know you want me ho if I was you I’d want me too bitch
L is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
I’m so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
So Herb McGruff my mellow my man
Word up, get on the mic' and do the best you can