(Malcolm X) Stealing runs rampant in Harlem Gambling runs rampant in Harlem All types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our community run rampant in Harlem (Big L) The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it Sending poems to have them faggots digging hoes like Reverend Swaggart L's the nigga that crime follows I'm hitting fine models and stabbing punks with broken wine bottles I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch Always spraying Tecs, because I be staying vexed Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects laying threats I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinking Put his brains in the street, now you can see what he was just thinking I'm choking enemies til they start turning pale Satan said I'm learning well, Big L's gonna burn in Hell Front and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard I run with a thieving squad, and none of us believe in God Chorus: McGruff, Big L (McG) Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (Big) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big) Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone (McG) Where no man can withstand or hold his own (Big L) I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray Fuck Carlito, we doing shit the Devil Son's Way Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill I'm taking lives for a great price, I'm the type to snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest The Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids be waking up crying, yelling, "Mommy Big L is coming to get me!" Chorus 2X (Big L) I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be running up "Can I get your autograph L?" No bitch, I'm off duty I'm breaking hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it! A beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed and gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob' Aiyo crazy bitches slept with L Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in Special Ed so I suggest you spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweatsuit red Chorus 2X