now or never

it's time to make power moves and get the chedda. and buy the real nice things that makes life betta. no foolish acts

moves must be clever. i'm down for whatever

i gotta blow son

is now or never. i walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded with rocks. hustlin on hot corners that be smuggled with cops. i was sworn for harlem

true roach don. word bond

we leave mics torn. ya'll brothers slept too long

now it's on. l corleone will neva flop. records are forever hot. front on me you better not. i keep the barreta cocked. this goes out to my people's up town. downtown

mid town

across town

and outta town. you see me flossin often

at all the club sites. at the bars buyin crystalls like they bud lights. my style is hard like strong lumber. dime pieces get the digits chicken heads get the wrong number. yo i announce spacks. when i get busy over bounce tracks. droppin lethal raps so wack so i can count stacks. i keep a heavy knot

got a spot on every block. hunnies that's very hot. and sent to the mary yacht. 95 was a beautiful year for l. now i'm back and all the ladies still cheer for l. whatever i write is gonna be tight. cause if makin hits is wrong i don't wanna be right. never the less

the east is were my crew rest. we bust caps that go through vests. we only do what we do best. and that's cripplin you brittle men. since you wanna play rough

then say hello to my little friend. i like drop tops when it's hot. i like lands when it's snowy. bank account is fat like joey. i'm not very religious you wouldn't call me holy. sometimes my hairs corn rowed

sometimes it's frowy. spark up the you know what. pop the moey. l stay flossin

presidential roly. ya'll brothers know me

i step in parties with minks and fly links. shorties hittin me with eyewinks as i buy drinks. and every girl i got looks like a model. if you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto. uptown is my home

and where i roam. i stand alone

big l cornleone got a song. sellin weight in and outta state to generate cake. the one jakes hate. got homicide runnin out of yellow tape. i pack toast with infra red scopes

i turn crews to dead folks. if ya'll fellas is playas

i'm the head coach.