I'm comin through y'all, with the glock buckin

Ya whole block duckin

Every bitch that I'm fuckin with now is cock suckin

It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin

Ya niggaz is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George

I destroy broads with one verse

Nigga we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burst

L is the type, to murder your son first, to get my point across

Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the powers

Y'all might as well join The Force

Where I'm from believe me, snitches get killed

Niggaz be hustlin daily tryna fuck more bitches than Wilt

Takin pitchers in silk, gayed it up

Passport: dated up, hair braided up

I fucked ya bitch but I ain't rape the slut she gave it up

I runnin with Wop, you runnin wit me, we runnin together

We get drunk and blunted together

But don't front, the guns is under the leather

Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel

Steppin to Corle' you better be real

Cuz none of my niggaz be lettin me chill

My crew be deliverin hot lead

When gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch

Nobody can fuck with the way I be killin up shit in rap events

It's like, soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin the people yell

I'm rugged as hell

Brothers can tell, that none of y'all niggaz is fuckin with L

When I'm that nigga ya ex-pect, to catch wreck on any cassette deck

I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet