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Stealing runs rampant in Harlem |
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Gambling runs rampant in Harlem |
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All types of evils and vices that terrified our community |
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Run rampant in Harlem |
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The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it |
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Sendin' poems to have them fagots diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart |
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L's the nigga that crime follows |
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I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles |
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I beat chumps 'til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks |
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I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch |
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Always sprayin' Tecs, because I be stayin' vexed |
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Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin' threats |
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I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin' |
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Put his brains in the street now you can see what he was just thinkin' |
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I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale |
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Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in hell |
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Front and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard |
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I run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six |
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In the mix, straight from H E-double hockey sticks |
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Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray |
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Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil son's way |
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Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man |
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Won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up |
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I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel |
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I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill |
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I'm takin' lives for a great price, I'm the type |
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To snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ |
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And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest |
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The Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address |
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I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids |
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Be wakin' up cryin', yellin', Mommy Big L is comin' to get me |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin' up |
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Can I get your autograph L? No bitch, I'm off duty |
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I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks |
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It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts |
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I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged |
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I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it |
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A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute |
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I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented |
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And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed |
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And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob' |
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Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with L |
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Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L |
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But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special Ed so I suggest |
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You spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweatsuit red |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone |
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Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
