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

They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.

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

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

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" 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

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

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