[Intro]
Yeah, I got some new shit I've got to play too
(Okay, good)
Big L, tell me if this will suffice
Or if it's mail, out of here
Yeah, yeah.l
You getting jiggy with that
Check it out
One, two, one, two
Kind of tired
Big L about to get into some shit
Aight, check it out!

[Verse 1]
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp
A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park
Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie huntin', trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin'
You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin'
I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all
'Cause n***as like you be prayin' on my downfall, hopin' I flop
Hopin' I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what!? Nobody followed you
You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you
You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit
Do me a favor — please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up, n***a, or shut your mouth up!
Before I buck lead and make a lot of bloodshed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of n***as got their whole style from?
So what you actin' for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this n***a somethin', 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men, I'ma be rippin' the mics until I'm 110
Have y'all n***as like, "Dammit, this n***a done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, 850 rocks
I'm makin' wonderful figures, I don't fuck with none of you n***as
I might pull out this gun on your n***as and rob every last one of you n***as
[Bridge]
Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
(Yeah-yeah… Spit, some more) - Bobbito
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out
Aight, we gon' hit it like this, check it out

[Verse 2]
Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken
I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin'
I’ve got a left hook that be leavin' guys knocked out
Keep frontin', and I'ma choke you 'til your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a n***a swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone — why do a stupid thing like that?
Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight
Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers
You fuckin' snitch — right now, you prolly wearin' wires
It’s not a joke, so as soon as you laugh
I’ma strip you naked and stick a long broom in his ass
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open
I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug
That’s quick to beat a n***a like a cheap rug 'til he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
Then call all off and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week, bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain’t a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, you should have tried these other cats first
'Cause none of y'all n***as can fuck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me, we puff much izzy
I do shit that only tough men do
And them cats you with — fuck them too, I’ll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass n***a
No dough, always on the train-ass n***a
Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass n***a, you got fucked upstate
You cupcake, how many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path
I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
Yo, I’ma take you out your misery
And after this, n***a, put you in a social study book 'cause you history