Big L, McGruff - Cluemanati lyrics

I drop hot rhymes take it hot '97slot time
I shine like a icon hund' Thirty-Ninth, don
V12 600 gas put my Nike on put a mic on
Put it piped on strong armed like 'Nam
Desert storm never fight calm
Four-fifths shook my right arm
Pearl white palm murder your life on
Make more noise than a night storm
Heavy artillery, hand grenades
And pipe bombs like Tron
Man there's no telling who I might harm
Time Wall Street business men
In their white blond it's like on
Bullet holes buck fifty life longs
Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con
Write hype shit
My gang can make a dyke like dick
And my crew bigger than your
Crew twice as thick
Niggas be lookin' for some ice to stick
Nice and slick and pipe the dick
And all the bad righteous chicks
My niggas locked up, we light them flicks
Send you commissary all types of kicks
My man L got 25 to life
Taught me life's a bitch
Said hold your head 'Gruff son
And write them hit's

Ya'll niggas like to stress them hoes
Impress them hoes
And spend money to dress them hoes
I sex them hoes and send them home
Corleone is known to be stoned
When I bone I'm rubbered-up 'case
The bitch full blown
The other night around 8PM
Pockets crazy slim jumped out the grey BM
Went to the ATM took a thou' out
Later on had to wil' out
In the club knocked some nigga
And his pal out
Afterwards went to the restroom
And pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinkin' what bitch number
I can dial out
Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady
That's ill
Playa hatas be givin me harsh looks
But, I'm trying to sell
Records like Garth Brooks so fuck 'em all
When it's cold I throw the skully on
Illegal chips keep my celly on
Mega ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal bitch
I guess it's Pérignon
If the pussy hole to tight
I throw some jelly on
Try to tax, watch the 9 mil' burst
I've been off the scene over two
Years and niggas is still thirst
To hear Big L drop an ill verse
All you unsigned niggas that wanna battle
Get a deal first
I sport the bullet-proof fitted hat
That attitude you better get rid of that
Where ever you floss is where
You gonna get it at
I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
Makin' figgas while you broke
Niggas keepin' it real
L is rap most livest cat
I'm getting stacks while you askin' niggas -
"Do you want fries with that?"
I rob fags in the stair case
No mask, bare face
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced
Do I walk around without papes? No way pal
Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial

Yo, I rhyme with my heart and my soul
Shine like a carton of gold
Got MC's startin' to fold leave 'em cold
Better play their part and their role
Leave 'em shook like a hustler
With knocks on the stroll
What you know about slangin' in
The park in the cold
Puffin buddha with your buddies
Gooses and the skullies
Rockin' Tim' boots and all the honeys
And when it's sunny
We sport linen spending money
Of course we some men who hungry
Society forced us to attend to ugly
And scorin' like Bugsy
I rather die than keep the feds cumfy
I read Nicky Barnes yeah plus I read Bumpy
Harlem World's where I'm from see
Picture 'Gruff comin' clumsy
I'm from the home of the
Money maker bum is junkie
DJ Clue pull up something funky
I'm kinda of tired off this
Weed and this Brass Monkey

Uh ears studded out
Playa hatas cut it out chain flooded out
Sexin' hoes tell I'm nutted out
You on the mixtape
Talkin 'bout you flip weight
You fishcake holdin' your dick and
Still couldn't piss straight
I got heavy dough
And that's something that you already know
Clue heard me once and said "I bet he blow"
I rock the Presi' Rol'
You want beef let me know
I be in Mexico chillin' with a sexy ho
How cool can one MC be?
Ya'll still envy me cause I'm MVP
Cruise through Harlem in a bullet-proof MPV
Man, you fuck around and get plugged like MTV
I'm a pretty pimp with mad gear
I put my hoes on the moon
If there was cash there you feel me?
I buy hot jewels and ice it down
While you go to the jewelry store with short
Dough trying to bring the prices down