Doo Wop #5 - Big L
I'm comin through y'all with the glock buckin
Ya whole block duckin
Every b**ch that I'm f**kin with now is cock suckin
It's like I'm allergic to not f**kin
Ya niggaz is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George
I destroy broads with one verse
Ni**a we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burst
L is the type to murder your son first to get my point across
Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the powers
Y'all might as well join The Force
Where I'm from believe me snitches get killed
Niggaz be hustlin daily tryna f**k more b**ches than Wilt
Takin pitchers in silk gayed it up
Passport: dated up hair braided up
I f**ked ya b**ch but I ain't R**e the slut she gave it up
I runnin with Wop you runnin wit me we runnin together
We get drunk and blunted together
But don't front the guns is under the leather
Ready to ill ready to k**l ready to peel
Steppin to Corle' you better be real
Cuz none of my niggaz be lettin me chill
My crew be deliverin hot lead
When gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch
Nobody can f**k with the way I be killin up sh*t in rap events
It's like soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin the people yell
I'm rugged as hell
Brothers can tell that none of y'all niggaz is f**kin with L
When I'm that ni**a ya ex-pect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet