[Produced by Pete Rock]

[Intro: Big L & Pete Rock]
Yeah, yeah!
Flamboyant Entertainment
Big L

[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks
Spend money to dress them chicks
I sex them chicks and send 'em home
Corleone is known to be stoned
When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown
The other night around 8 P.M
Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the grey BM
Went to the ATM, took a thou' out
Then later on, I had to wild out
In the club, knocked some coward and his pal out
Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinkin' which chick number I could dial out?
'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp, baby, for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, and that's ill
Playa haters be givin' me harsh looks
But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks
So F 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal chips keep my celly on
Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal, boo, I guess it's Perignon
If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on
Yo, try to tax and watch the 9 mill burst
I've been off the scene over three years and cats is still thirst
To hear Big L drop an ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle — get a deal first!
I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat
That attitude — you better get rid of that
Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
What?! I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
Makin' figures while you broke cats is keepin' it real
L is rap most livest cat
I'm gettin' stacks while you askin' people "Do you want fries with that?"
I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced
Do I walk around without papes? No way, pal!
Word up! My money longer than the O.J. trial
[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
Harlem World keep holdin' it down!
For Big L, n***a long overdue (Big L)
And n***as wanna know do you still got it, got it?
("It's so amazin'!")

Stan Spit! Yo, uh!

[Verse 2: Stan Spit]
Yo, what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit!
I did a flick and rhymed on L's shit
Well, shit, expect me to go platinum
That's the only reason why I'm rappin'
And since L passed, n***as expect me to make it happen
With no release date, I sell in each state
I'm the type to drive to Philly for a cheese-steak
So what I'm a Harlem king? Doin' my thing, my name ring
Chains and dames what the fame bring
After platinum, it's the same thing
And n***as'll never learn
'Til I pull the steel and make they leather burn
You don't get another turn, game's over
Use my flamethrower, rearrange your Rover
Harlem soldier, wait 'til I get older
And we won't stop, I thought Ma$e told ya
N***a Stan, he do what he gotta
And these haters can't do me nada
Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada
[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
Harlem World keep holdin' it down!
For Big L, n***a overdue (Big L)
And n***as wanna know do you still got it, got it?
("It's so amazin'!")

[Verse 3: A.G.]
Yo, yo, move the fuck back!
A bring the heat when I touch tracks
These n***as beef, then wanna chill? Fuck that!
These rap n***as with the mills, we deduct that
I ask all my ghetto cats — where my love at?!
Now, where the brews and the drugs at?
Corrupt cats catch slug hats
Ask the Feds where the bugs at?
Puff with the dread 'cause I puff, black
High 'til I die, and you can trust that
All I wanna know is the club packed?
I see the haters sweatin' shorty, but I dug that
She put my nut sack back where her lungs at... little ho
And them n***as who owe, give up that!
Huh! It's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte
Go 'head and provoke me
Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope, B
Still "Diggin'", still livin'
Still givin' y'all the ill writtens
Still fuckin' like Bill Clinton (Yo! Yo!)
[Chorus x4: Miss Jones]
Harlem World keep holdin' it down!
For Big L, n***a long overdue (Big L)
N***as wanna know do you still got it, got it?
("It's so amazin'!")

[Outro: Pete Rock]
Big L