Intro:

What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin about?

What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?

Did you see that video nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't

you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or

something. (You fuckin wack ass nigga)

(laughing in background)

[Verse One]

Y'all faggots is weak y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet

That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street

Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce

On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his

Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all

When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all

On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore

And stood on every corner like a liquor store

Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips

Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips

Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm ill?

Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?

When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs

will

Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga

I send the wolves to kill that nigga

If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that nigga

Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger

What the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct

And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck

Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines

Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign

I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack

Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact

Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him

Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im

Chorus

L.L. don't lose nig