[Hook] It's time to make power moves and get the chedda And buy the real nice things that makes life better No foolish acts, moves must be clever I'm down for whatever, I gotta blow son, it's now or never [Verse 1] I walk through the ruggedest blocks with j**els flooded with rocks Hustlin' on hot corners that be smothered with cops I must warn, my Harlem crew roll strong Word bond, we leave mics torn Y'all brothers slept too long, now it's on L Corleone will never flop, records are forever hot Front on me, you better not I keep the barreta co*ked This goes out to my people's up town Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town You see me flossin often, at all the club sites At the bars buyin Cristals like they bud lights My style is hard like strong lumber Dime pieces get the digits, chicken heads get the wrong number [Chrous] [Verse 2] Yo I announce facts When I get busy over bounce tracks Droppin lethal raps on wax so I can count stacks I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block Honeys that's very hot get slid to the Marriott 95' was a beautiful year for L Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L Whatever I write is gonna be tight Cos if makin' hits is wrong I don't wanna be right Never the less, the East is were my crew rest We bust caps that go through vests We only do what we do best And that's cripplin' you brittle men Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend [Hook] {X2} [Verse 3] I like drop tops when it's hot I like Lands when it's snowy Bank account is fat like Joey I'm not very religious, you wouldn't call me holy Sometimes my hair's corn-rowed, sometimes its fro-y Spark up the you know what, pop the moey L stay flossin, Presidential Rolly Y'all brothers know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks And every girl I got looks like a model If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto Uptown is my home, and where I roam I stand alone, Big L Corleone got it sewn Sellin' weight in and outta state to generate cake The one jakes hate Got homicide, runnin' out of yellow tape I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks If y'all fellas is playas, I'm the head coach [Hook] {X2} Word up son It's time to blow Stack that dough create a better life for me and my fam knaa i mean I've seen the ghetto all my life, its time i see some different Get the picture... The big picture