Big Left - LCN Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] I've been hustling from chum, scuffling with skunks Yeah I'm dope motherf**er, I ain't f**ing with the junk Nah, you can get your homeboys stuffed up in the trunk While I'm sipping on a brew and I'm puffing on a blunt And I can get up on a plane at six am Cause these stewardesses'll see how sick I am Give me so the p**y's all up on my dick again You're addicted to me, come and get a fix my friend La Coka Nostra, LCN I'm in front of the mirror staring at myself again I'm too far gone now, ain't no helping him Are you a gambler? I'll bet you let the Celtics win Put a rhyme on a page with the felted pen Let my rage out the cage, punch you in the eye, welt your skin It's obvious I got it now, psychotic With the narcotic recipe, some'll let you body down [Verse 2: Big Left] Where I'm from we don't play those games Y'all know we got the smart bombs, f**er We don't need to aim Surface-to-air missiles, fifty caliber pistols Mark 29's equipped with portable melts Two nines, a thirty-eight, and a snub forty-five Minus two, that's ninety-nine ways that you can die It's true, La Coka official guerilla sh** Fold you up quick just like manila get Big Left get the spot hot like drop dimes I been dope since the day I wrote my first rhyme You been hooked like the time you sniffed your first line And been shook since you heard of me in ‘89 L-A plus the coka, pull out the toaster Pop a couple off for me, hit the post, officer down Send a couple rounds down range Sounds strange with lead up in your brains, b*atch