[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 niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
  One on one or round up the crews nigga
  But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigga
  You know the rules nigga!
  [repeat]
    [Verse Two]
  Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
  Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
  Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
  Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
  A real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
  Can't believe you went there, no I know you a bitch
  Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga
  Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
  Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
  I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
  So what you talkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
  Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
  I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
  And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor
  And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
  and your tint's passed the limit
  So they don't know a faggot's in it!
  I'm L.L. and I did this to you
  Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you
  Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you
  Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
  Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
  Never die, never quit, and my money's long
  Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
  Constantly involvin my name with that bullshit!
  Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring
  Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King
  And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
  But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
  Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
  So I can describe the picture with both hands
  You must not understand who's in command
  I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad bland
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three]
  I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
  Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
  You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
  I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under pressure
  I don't stress ya, yet still I must check ya
  Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
  Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
  If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
  Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
  Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
  Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
  Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for chips
  I originated all this shit
  The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick
  That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
  Mic's my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
  Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea
  The King of Hiphop is something you could never be
  My crown you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
  I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory
  I'm the double L, capital C, double O
  With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
    What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga?
  You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
  Fuck wrong with you?
    [Chorus]