[Big L]nYeah, yeahnYeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeahnUHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*)nHah, in the streets and in jailnYeah, yo it's your man Big LnOne-three-nine, Danger ZonenI got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with menCheck it out, uhh - bust itnnAiyyo I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn'nJust finished doin a songnNow I'm ready for sleepnbut first I want spaghetti to eatnand it's a good Italian restaurant right up the streetnSo I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seatnThen I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speaknI called back on the cell - it's Corle', mad as hellnTold me to listen well as he started to yellnI just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friendn and they just got a room at the Holiday InnnIt's my wife, you sure? Yeah I'm suren I saw the whore soon as she walked through the doornSay no more, which one?nThe one in Jersey son, right over the bridgenWe goin' hurt those hoes AND hurt both of them kidsnNow I'm in the RangenSwitchin lanes, doin a buck 'n changenI can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin damesnI reach the destinationnGrab the heat without no hesitationnThese niggaz fuckin up my reputationnI saw Coleone holdin the chromenIce-grill, lookin like he had a license to killnand he had somebody else with 'em playin the cupnLookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit upnYo, who that in the background? It's Tommy GibbsnOh, I didn't recognize you with your hat downn Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped outn I hope you ain't scared, there's no time to back outn We gon' take the backrouten pull the gats out, throw the mask onn We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gonen We gon' get our laugh on when we throughn but right now we got a job to do So let's do it!nI stepped to the deskclerknPut the gat to her dress-shirtnTold her listen up before she get hurtnThey just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two malesn What room they got? She paused and said 212nI took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokinnThem cigarettes gon' be the cause of my deathnMy heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop offnSaw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock offnTook a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pacenI felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the facenThen my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannonnReady to take care what we been planninnThese two crab cats, we know they hustle upstatenWe know they got stacksncause they don't fuck with nothin but weightnWe got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to usenThen told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loosenAnd then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk backnYou wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work atnHe gave me the address then I ran outsidenbut first I took the keys to his van outsidenAnd when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stashna hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cashnI was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bagnSo I got three, filled 'em all up to the teethnThen put the bags in the van, then I locked the trucknWhen I got back, Corle' done popped them punksnAiyyo fuck it L, we might as well pop these studsnNow that's four bodiesnTwo outta-towners and two hottiesnAnd after that we ain't sleep for three daysnWe hit the PJ's, split the money threewaysnNow we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weedednCelebratin nigga, heist completed