What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about? What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck with you? Like you don't, you don't what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or something. (You wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas shit is sweet That busy signal is dead up in the street Heard that dough jam, made me reminisce On when heard your man's wack shit and to take up his faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, And stood on corner like a liquor store Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your clique and em cough up my chips Bitch, ya wanna see if I'm ill? Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can When I this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs Tell nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga I send the wolves to that nigga If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct And have the nerve to let the chickenhead cluck Your swervin nigga, better follow the lines Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so Your whole crew is such, y'all the hard impact Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and L.L. don't niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga One on one or round up the nigga But you out your shoes nigga You know the nigga! [Verse Queens shit, me cream so I can grab my dick Sew that shit, what the y'all niggas workin with? Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique A nigga wouldn't even mention my lips Can't believe you went there, no I know you a Sugar-coated nigga, nigga Young guns a pull before they quote a nigga Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted I'm a and livin lyrically ill poet nigga So you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot? Y'all niggas on the warpath, takin over my block? I not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more And if you this in the club sneak out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows is up and your passed the limit So they know a faggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did to you Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin you hit you, lace you up again and split you Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, quit, and my money's long Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his Constantly involvin my with that bullshit! Why I you? You stepped up in the ring Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King And tell your man I know he got some in the stash But I'm the best ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass too hot to hold, leave it in the sand So I can describe the picture with both You must not understand who's in I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland [Verse I'll cut fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser Then pay the pope a hundred to go and bless her You wanna test a teacher and professor? I bet y'all niggas fall off now that under pressure I don't stress ya, yet still I check ya niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya Fuck with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd try to sue me Your girl me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me" Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin Underestimantin what niggas'll do for chips I originated all shit The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the That don't apply to you crabs in a barrel Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh Leave it or get swallowed in the sea The King of Hiphop is something you never be My crown you'll never see, I'll forever, G I'll be goin platinum when you just a I'm the L, capital C, double O With the seven upside jakes slayin the clown the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga? You better try to go beg Lauryn to back or something wrong with you?