[Herb McGruff] I drop hot rhymes Take it hot '97slot time I shine like a icon Hund' Thirty-Ninth, don V12 600 gas put my Nike on Put a mic on Put it piped on Strong armed like 'Nam Desert storm never fight calm Four-fifths shook my right arm Pearl white palm Murder your life on Make more noise than a night storm Heavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bombs Like Tron Man there's no telling who I might harm Time Wall Street business men in their white pawn It's like on Bullet holes buck fifty life longs Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con Write hype sh**, my gang can make a dyke like dick And my crew bigger than your crew twice as thick n***as be lookin' for some ice to stick Nice and slick And pipe the dick And all the bad righteous chicks My n***as locked up, we light them flicks Send you commissary all types of kicks My man L got 25 to life taught me life's a b**h Said hold your head 'Gruff son and write them hits [Big L] Ya'll n***as like to stress them hoes Impress them hoes And spend money to dress them hoes I s** them hoes and send them home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone I'm rubbered-up 'case the b**h full blown The other night around 8PM Pockets crazy slim Jumped out the grey B.M Went to the ATM Took a thou' out Later on had to wil' out In the club knocked some n***a and his pal out Afterwards went to the restroom and pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin' what b**h number I can dial out Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, that's ill Playa hatas be givin me harsh looks But I'm trying to sell records like Garth Brooks So f** 'em all When it's cold I throw the skully on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal b**h I guess it's Pérignon If the p**y hole to tight I throw some jelly on Try to tax, watch the 9 mil' burst I've been off the scene over two years and n***as is still thirst To hear Big L drop an ill verse All you unsigned n***as that wanna battle, get a deal first I sport the bullet-proof fitted hat That attitude you better get rid of that Where ever you floss is where you gonna get it at I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin' figgas while you broke n***as keepin' it real L is rap most livest cat I'm getting stacks while you askin' n***as - "Do you want fries with that?" I rob f*gs in the stair case No mask, bare face 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 [Herb McGruff] Yo, I rhyme with my heart and my soul Shine like a carton of gold Got M.C.'s startin' to fold Leave 'em cold Better play their part and their role Leave 'em shook like a hustler with knocks on the stroll What you know about slangin' in the park in the cold Puffin buddha with your buddies Gooses and the skullies Rockin' Tim' boots and all the honeys And when it's sunny We sport linen spending money Of course we some men who hungry Society forced us to attend to ugly And scorin' like Bugsy I rather die than keep the feds cumfy I read Nicky Barnes yeah plus I read Bumpy Harlem World's where I'm from see Picture 'Gruff comin' clumsy I'm from the home of the money maker bum is junkie DJ Clue pull up something funky I'm kinda of tired off this weed and this Bra** Monkey [Big L] Uh Ears studded out Playa hatas cut it out Chain flooded out Sexin' hoes tell I'm nutted out You on the mixtape, talkin 'bout you flip weight You fishcake holdin' your dick and still couldn't piss straight I got heavy dough And that's something that you already know Clue heard me once and said "I bet he blow" I rock the Presi' Rol' You want beef let me know I be in Mexico chillin' with a s**y ho How cool can one MC be? Ya'll still envy me cause I'm M.V.P Cruise through Harlem in a bullet-proof MPV Man, you f** around and get plugged like MTV I'm a pretty pimp with mad gear I put my hoes on the moon if there was cash there You feel me? I buy hot j**els and ice it down While you go to the j**elry store with short dough trying to bring the prices down