[Big L] I walk through the ruggedest blocks With j**els flooded with rocks Hustlin' on hot corners that be smuggled with cops I must warn, my Harlem crew roll strong Word bond, we leave mics torn,y'all n***as slept too long now it's on L Corleone'll never flop, rap style's forever hot Front on me you better not, I keep the Baretta co*ked I got more papers than a New York Post Packin' toast, this host is quick to roast a mic then I'm ghost I'm not a soprano like that Italiano Sammy Gravano MCs is gettin' knocked off like Paulie Castellano This little menace be, guzzlin' Hennessy Props from here to Tennessee, police wanna finish me I run with cliques, pushin' luxury whips Who be callin' chicks on Motorola flips, with illegal chips Don't sleep troop, it's a fact I keep loot Dime b**hes be all over Big L like a cheap suit The rap veteran, hot beats is the medicine n***as'll never win, in a battle, cause I'm better than Ninety percent o' them, front and d**h'll be your minimum The grave is where I'm sendin' 'em, clowns, like Mack 10 and 'em, uh! I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York A bunch of rowdy n***as holdin' the fort Jackin' creeps, packin' heat These Harlem streets is for keeps Much love to all my peeps who got covered with sheets And uh, where I be dwellin' at snitches get k**ed On the real side, I probably f**ed more b**hes than Wilt, n***a In clown hearts I put a lotta fear One love to Fat Joe and 560 yeah, I'm outta here Yo McGruff, yo my mellow, my man Ayo uh, grab the mic and do the best ya can...