What you got to do with it? What the you talkin about? What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with Like you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your insane or something. (You fuckin ass nigga) (laughing in background) One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck think shit is sweet That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the Heard that garbage jam, made me reminisce On when heard man's wack shit and went to take up his Jealous faggot man I'm richer than y'all When I my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore And stood on corner like a liquor store Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at clique and make em cough up my chips Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm Wanna see how many can be killed, how much blood can spill? When I inject lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that I send the wolves to kill nigga If you wanna why, its cause I'm still that nigga Michael Jordan of all rap shit, pullin the trigger What the You on a mission to self-destruct And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck Your swervin nigga, better the white lines up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign I'm so ill, y'all is so wack Your whole crew is such, lack the hard impact Far as your man go, I got young niggas that get him Treat him a Philly, wet'im and split'im L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you nigga One on one or up the crews nigga But Can-I-Blast you out your nigga You know the nigga! [Verse Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all workin with? Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the my meat, tryin to critique my physique A real nigga even mention my lips Can't believe you went there, no I you a bitch nigga, deep-throated nigga Young guns take a pull before they a nigga Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live niggas I'm a true and lyrically ill poet nigga 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 fact your not to rap no more And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your make sure your windows is up and tint's passed the limit So don't know a faggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did to you Teflon waitin for every runnin with you Rhymes hit you, you up again and split you Niggas ain't official thats why Mom miss you your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, never quit, and my long Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his Constantly my name with that bullshit! Why I diss you? You stepped up in the Ice jinglin in the video you the next Don King And tell man I know he got some lyrics in the stash But I'm the best ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the So I can the picture with both 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 pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her You wanna a lyrical teacher and professor? I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under I don't stress ya, yet still I must ya Extort for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya Fuck wrong with you nigga? You do nothin to me If I put a slug in you on the low, probably try to sue me girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me" Bust a nut in her on tape to let the crew see Can't put roll, nigga poppin shit Underestimantin Queens niggas'll do for chips I originated all this 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 it alone or get swallowed in the sea The King of Hiphop is you could never be My crown you'll never see, rule forever, G I'll be platinum when you just a memory I'm the L, capital C, double O With the seven down jakes slayin the clown What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your nigga? You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or Fuck with you?