[Stan Spit:]
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(Hey yo, hey yo)
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You would scream too if you know what I did last summer
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Came through frontin' in the glass hummer
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No shirt mad ice screaming fuck is this nice
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Shit spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife
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Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L
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So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L
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This time its platinum and it ain't hard to tell
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Yo a lotta niggaz got on fuckin wit L
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Those niggaz slippin 'Gruff tell me if I'm slippin
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Cause I'm quick to load the clip and let the slugs start rippin
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Your flesh and your soul gettin torn apart
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Shit my ice so bright that it glow in the dark
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And to the cat who killed L, up north he won't live
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I want his ass cut from his ears to his ribs
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Cut his fingers off and send the pieces to his kids
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Harlem World Danger Zone thats just the way shit is
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.22's .45's and .357's, two .38's and four Mac .11s
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138 and yo 'Gruff I'm dumb crazy
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Rather pull the trigger than fight I'm dumb lazy
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Talkin out your mouth'll get you buried down south
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Me 'n L got the range so you know what we about
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Hey yo, watch what you say for I watch where you lay
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Cause sooner or later my glock got to spray
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And guns, are meant to bust
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Thats what I truly resent and us inventors, shit not us
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We put 'em in the ghetto and we put 'em to the test
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Matter fact nigga we put 'em through your vest
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Send a message to the presindent tell 'em we shady still
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Still cop guns despite the Brady bill
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And as far as guns go imma let my guns blow
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Should they ban guns the answers hell no.
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[McGruff:]
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Nigga Please, fuck talk let the trigger squeeze
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Nigga Please, fuck a nigga go to Beleize
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Nigga Please, my desert E's kill like disease
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?Dont let a nigga breathe...?
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Harlem backbone pack crome
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139 Lennox ave. thats home
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Crack domes, well to all my niggaz thats gone
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Kerry, Nate the Skate, Reggy White, L Corleone
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We still the dangerzone
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Where no man can withstand to hold his own
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Nigga Please, know when you home alone
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shoot through your peephole blow out your chromosones
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Nigga Please, 'Gruff kill niggaz for real
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And I kill you right know, but these niggaz gon' squeal
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Nigga Please, squirts slugs that hurt thugs
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Rap's secondary, murder's my first love
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Nigga Please, always get the last laugh
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Stash math anything in my path smash
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'Bout fast cash niggaz be splittin shit half-half
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Staff laugh puttin up them gats and masks (nigga please)
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[Big L:]
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Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks
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Impress them chicks
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Spend money to dress them chicks
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I sex them chicks and send 'em home
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Corleone is know to be stoned
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When I bone I'm doubled up in case that chick full blown
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The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim
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Jumped out the gray BM, went to the ATM
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Took a thou out, then later on I had to wil' out
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In the club, knocked this coward and his pal out
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Then afterwords went to the restroom pissed cristal out
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Then I'm thinkin' what chick number I can dial out
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Cause its L, the harlem pimp baby
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for real, I got more dimes than that sprint lady
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and thats ill, player haters be givin me harsh looks
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But I'm tryin to sell records like garth brooks
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so F' 'em all, when its cold I keep the skelly on
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Illegal chips keep my celly on
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mega ice is what I'm heavy on
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If it ain't cristal boo, I guess its perignon
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If the na-nas too tight, I put some jelly on
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Yo try to tax and watch the nine mil burst
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I've been off the scene for over three years
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and cats is still thirst
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They hear Big L droped a ill verse
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So all you unsigned cats who wanna battle get a deal first
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I sport the bulletproof fitted hat
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That attitude you better get rid of that
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Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
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I stay strapped I go to sleep with my steel
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I'm makin figgas while you broke cats is keepin it real...
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Flamboyant Records baby...
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Nigga Please
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| Big L |
