What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about? What the fuck you got to do it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? you don't, you don't know what you go to do it. Like your fuckin insane or something. (You wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) [Verse Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas shit is sweet That signal bullshit is dead up in the street Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce On heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of where I was raised and born, hardcore And on every corner like a liquor store Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose at your clique and make em cough up my chips Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm Wanna see how rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill? When I inject this 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 kill that If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, the trigger the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model Your swervin nigga, follow the white lines Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign I'm so ill, niggas is so wack whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you nigga One on one or round up the crews But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga You the rules nigga! [Verse shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork Ridin my meat, tryin to my physique A real nigga 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 live devoted niggas I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet So what you talkin bout? shits supposed to be hot? Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block? I think not, matter of your not aloud to rap no more And if you hear this in the sneak out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your ride make your windows is up and your tint's passed the So they don't a faggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did to you Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you hit you, lace you up again and split you Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you Tell your man it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, never quit, and my money's Punk ass nigga, talkin bout his lips Constantly my name with that bullshit! Why I you? You stepped up in the ring Ice jinglin in the video like you the Don King And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the But I'm the best that did it, now get this motheruckin ass too hot to hold, leave it in the sand So I can describe the picture with hands You must not understand in command I got all the flavor, but niggas is mad bland [Verse I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's 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 ya, yet still I must check ya niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya Fuck wrong 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 blew me, I said "Now!" She "Do me" Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the see Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit Underestimantin what Queens do for chips I originated all shit The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the That really apply to you crabs in a barrel Mic's my sendin you a message like Pharaoh Leave it alone or get in the sea The of Hiphop is something you could never be My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G be goin platinum when you just a memory I'm the double L, C, double O With the upside down jakes slayin the clown What the fuck wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga? You better try to go beg to come back or something Fuck wrong with