Hey yo, the streets love me, man nAnd I love the streets nSo I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit nYa know me better than that nnAyo, I shoulda been out nI'm deadly when I pull the pin out nKeep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out nI knocked a lot of men out nI left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out nIt's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out nYou see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen nAnd if a bitch don't like me she must like women nEvery time I come around you see your wife grinnin' nDon't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin' nIt's over now, nigga, leave the game nI'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain nWe're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame nWe're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain nHustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte nWhen I was OT your bitch rode me nFirst day home I dived in it nLeft her thighs dented nNow that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes nEmcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis nSo why your bills got Washington's face? nA lot of cats be frontin' nMade singles wit' a fifty on top nL tryin' to have the city on lock nPeace to Biggie and Pac 'cause they really were hot nRap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us nNiggaz want to be L, ladies want to see L nIf I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' Free L! nWhat nnWord up man, them niggaz is hungry nThey ready to bite a nigga arm off nnChorus: repeat (2X) nnAll my wolves in the house, are you live or what? nSee, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us nOnly ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? nAnd the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up nnAyo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk nSee a lot of switch in your walk nOnly thugs get rich in New York nTime is runnin' out nNiggaz like,L, when you comin' out? nBecause they sick of all this drag queen shit nYour wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit' nMe and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit nA buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash nUsed to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass nCrazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split nA lot of innocent kids got hit nHarlem World be the place of my borough, believe me son nWe breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth nMics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote nAs long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke nSome hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard nNow I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird nI push whips while you walk all day nAnd I hate when strange niggaz want to talk all day nClown ass shit, hate to be around that shit nYou don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it nWhen I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out nYou was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out nHow you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out nYou couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out nWhat nnFuckin' punks nNiggaz like you will get robbed everyday nnChorus (2X) nnYeah nFlamboyant Entertainment nBig L, Rondell nYou know how we do nOne time nCan't forget my partner nBig brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down nThe overseer nFlamboyant