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Hey yo, the streets love me, manAnd I love the streetsSo I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shitYa know me better than thatAyo, I shoulda been outI'm deadly when I pull the pin outKeep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin outI knocked a lot of men outI left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm outIt's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten outYou see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linenAnd if a bitch don't like me she must like womenEvery time I come around you see your wife grinnin'Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'It's over now, nigga, leave the gameI'm from the danger zone where emcees get slainWe're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flameWe're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the painHustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick NolteWhen I was OT your bitch rode meFirst day home I dived in itLeft her thighs dentedNow that bitch be pagin' me every five minutesEmcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the BenjisSo why your bills got Washington's face?A lot of cats be frontin'Made singles wit' a fifty on topL tryin' to have the city on lockPeace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hotRap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' usNiggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see LIf I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"WhatWord up man, them niggaz is hungryThey ready to bite a nigga arm offChorus: repeat (2X)All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on usOnly ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us?And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em upAyo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talkSee a lot of switch in your walkOnly thugs get rich in New YorkTime is runnin' outNiggaz like,"L, when you comin' out?"Because they sick of all this drag queen shitYour wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit'Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shitA buncha niggaz got smoked for the cashUsed to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they assCrazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got splitA lot of innocent kids got hitHarlem World be the place of my borough, believe me sonWe breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earthMics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wroteAs long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be brokeSome hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheardNow I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb birdI push whips while you walk all dayAnd I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all dayClown ass shit, hate to be around that shitYou don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's itWhen I was at the steak house, pullin' cake outYou was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take outHow you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break outYou couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape outWhatFuckin' punksNiggaz like you will get robbed everydayChorus (2X)YeahFlamboyant EntertainmentBig L, RondellYou know how we doOne timeCan't forget my partnerBig brother, Big Lee, holdin' it downThe overseerFlamboyantmore