Artist: The Union f/ Big L, McGruff, I Born, C.L. Smooth Album: The Union Presents: Organized Rhymes Song: NY's Freestyle Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com [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?