[Big L]
 Check it out now
 Big L Corleone (no doubt), Flamboyant Entertainment (uh-huh)
 One love to my big brother Big Lee
 Holdin it down from the inside right now (come one)
 When you come home it's on (watch this)
 Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit
 Yeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do)
 Uh, danger zone shit, check it out

 I be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cock
 I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
 I be droppin like early August, late July
 Wit tracks that'll make you cry, hate you die
 Stop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo'
 You mad cuz I knocked yo' hoe
 While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-po
 My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo (what)
 Or wit my nigga Gruff
 These faggot niggas ain't as rich as us
 I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust
 Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
 In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up
 Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold
 And if you don't agree, you's a asshole
 Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird
 And spark this herb, to homicide chomp the curb, ya heard?
 I never hesitate to bump my gun
 Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm from

 [McGruff]
 The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups
 Kingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffs
 Some get murdered, some get shot (boaw boaw boaw)
 So lay on, nigga her-oin, cocaine, pot it don't stop
 Rise to the top, nigga stop despisin my pops
 Yeah I rap, but still got them pies on the block
 Bitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knotts
 Keep a stash box, ride wit them glocks
 Smoke 'dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops
 (What) I'm Gruff and I'ma die for my props
 Die by the gun, thou shall come but for now have fun
 Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue
 Violence is young, wild as they come
 Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, what
 Aiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cash
 And take it, make they ass get naked
 It's a stickup (get on the floor),y'all niggas crash the pavement
 Pass yo' chains, pass yo' Rollies, pass yo' bracelets
 Or feel them hollow laced tips nigga
 I spray clips at the punks that be runnin they lips
 Not ?cunnin? they bitch, gunnin them
 Squeeze off, don't miss none of them
 Shoot po-po right in front on them
 Double-M, goddamn niggas shouldn't have fucked wit him
 Y'all niggas sufferin, I'm thug hustlin
 Rushin in, in coke spots, cold bustin in
 Yeah it's us again, stuck you before
 Tied your monkey-ass up, took the bucks and the raw
 Nigga what, yeah Harlem World, Big L, Herb McGruff
 Nigga holdin it down, 9-8 shit, fuck that, word up

 [I Born]
 Aiyyo holy war, chrome four-four
 Twelve shots call, I came deep
 One-hundred-one wolves at your front door
 Mouths foamin, rubber grips laid on my hip
 Cock it and spit, slit his whole shit, empty the whole clip
 Pretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder bid
 Four-five, got hit wit two more, then the god slid
 Why try, watched men die, let the slugs fly
 Stay high, I'm from the streets Murderville, NY
 I told y'all I was comin, niggas thought I was frontin
 I want it all, in nine-bill I'm sayin something
 MC's petro, me lose hell no, you're wet no
 My verbal techno, spit it for dire out the Expo
 Me and D-O, on the lee-low, lay low
 Call Grago, Boriquas call em Flaco
 The latest Timb's, I got those
 Burn that ass like tobassco, you know my name
 Hot hell, Fidel Castro, ask no
 Questions, fuck you and your weapon
 You're pussy, your gun ain't went off since '87
 My Mac-11 shot thirty-three in your direction
 Where I come from, bums bust guns, what you expected
 Well connected, from the slums where life's hectic
 Niggas starvin, need paper, jackal's is desparate
 Aiyyo movin like Israeli, sippin Henny in Bentley's
 Got a deal now, I'm signed what the fuck can you tell me
 What, Murderville, all square beware
 Hot-hell nigga tortured

 [C.L. Smooth]
 Ha, listen closely, to how C.L.'s focus be
 Who wrote me, a diamond-gold ball rosary
 Had supposedly, tarnished his name and status
 Draw the fastest, force him go to the mattress
 Imagine this, in my technique's
 This swervin authentic version M.D. Mount. to Vernon
 Touchin anybody like that lime in Bacardi
 To whippin all the watercrafts down in Yardie
 Half-steppin, hardly make it son, perfectly clear
 My yacht master pay your rent for the year
 The buck stops here, ain't a damn thing funny
 Barbershop niggas always bad-mouthin money
 Or maybe, I'm the whole key to you shtick
 Hearin cats talk about me like a chick
 They gotta be sick, ad-libbing we singin
 Went from day one over there we bring it
 Or scrap like hockey, cock-ing, blow it ?a-key?
 The poss-e, car shows under the marquee
 Dressed up, caked out, and vest up
 Better rest up, pop bottles till I'm messed up
 Paper chase, play clubs like a vacation
 On occasion, politicin my situation
 Every broad care, what he drive, what he wear
 Wit a bonier whisperin the shit in my ear
 Yeah, the bombshell, trapped in the Caramel
 Get the parcel, iced down the cartel
 Knowin C.L.,do know you mack slow
 Bitches act though, bigger niggas call me Fatso
 Heavy-weight, regulate the tri-state
 My team can't wait, for the date to navigate
 Let me demonstrate, through time my man handsome
 To keep all the pretty girls dancin, HA
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I go around the world wit this yaknowim sayin