“My name is L and I’m from a part of town where clowns, Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds ‘Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax, they’re sneakier than alley cats, that’s why I carry gats”

Listen Columbo you’re mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show

Some girls barely speak, but always askin’ for a dollar.

I’m known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin, Front and get half the bones in your body broken.

If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz, And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey. If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass, And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.

I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’

I’m from where the real hustlers pile dough, the home of Rich Rich Porter, Azie, Alpo.

A girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye.

Im known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose

Cuz phony faggots I froze, it’s a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.

And when it comes to gettin nookie, I’m not a rookie… I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.

Im so ahead of my time my parents havent met yet

Player haters be givin’ me harsh looks, But I’m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.

I know you like the way I am freakin’ it. I talk with slang and I’m never gonna stop speakin’ it.

A hard core life I toast to ex flaw, therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law.

On 139 and Lenox Ave there’s a big park, and if you’re soft don’t go through it when it gets dark

The Big L was cold crazy, A top-notch crook snatchin’ pocket books from old ladies I told him, “Give up the dough, before you get smoked! Oh you broke? ( *shots* ) Now you’re dead broke”