Hey yo, the streets love me, man
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And I love the streets
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So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit
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Ya know me better than that
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Ayo, I shoulda been out
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I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
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Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out
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I knocked a lot of men out
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I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
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It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
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You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
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And if a bitch don't like me she must like women
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Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
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Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'
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It's over now, nigga, leave the game
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I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
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We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
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We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
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Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
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When I was OT your bitch rode me
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First day home I dived in it
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Left her thighs dented
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Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes
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Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
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So why your bills got Washington's face?
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A lot of cats be frontin'
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Made singles wit' a fifty on top
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L tryin' to have the city on lock
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Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot
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Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us
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Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
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If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"
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What
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Word up man, them niggaz is hungry
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They ready to bite a nigga arm off
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Chorus: repeat (2X)
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All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
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See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
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Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us?
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And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
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Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk
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See a lot of switch in your walk
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Only thugs get rich in New York
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Time is runnin' out
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Niggaz like,"L, when you comin' out?"
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Because they sick of all this drag queen shit
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Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit'
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Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
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A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash
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Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass
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Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split
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A lot of innocent kids got hit
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Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son
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We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth
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Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
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As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke
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Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard
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Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird
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I push whips while you walk all day
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And I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day
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Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit
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You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it
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When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out
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You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out
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How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out
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You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out
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What
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Fuckin' punks
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Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday
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Chorus (2X)
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Yeah
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Flamboyant Entertainment
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Big L, Rondell
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You know how we do
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One time
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Can't forget my partner
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Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
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The overseer
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Flamboyant
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Size 'Em Up
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| Big L |
