McGruff, Big L - 560 Tape Freestyle lyrics

I walk through the ruggedest blocks
With jewels flooded with rocks
Hustlin' on hot corners that
Be smuggled with cops
I must warn, my Harlem crew roll strong
Word bond, we leave mics torn
Y'all niggas slept too long now it's on
L Corleone'll never flop
Rap style's forever hot
Front on me you better not
I keep the Baretta cocked
I got more papers than a New York Post
Packin' toast, this host is quick to roast
A mic then I'm ghost i'm not a soprano like
That Italiano Sammy Gravano
MCs is gettin' knocked off
Like Paulie Castellano
This little menace be, guzzlin' Hennessy
Props from here to Tennessee
Police wanna finish me
I run with cliques, pushin' luxury whips
Who be callin' chicks on Motorola flips
With illegal chips
Don't sleep troop, it's a fact I keep loot
Dime bitches be all over Big
L like a cheap suit
The rap veteran, hot beats is the medicine
Niggas'll never win, in a battle
Cause I'm better than
Ninety percent o' them
Front and death'll be your minimum
The grave is where I'm sendin' 'em
Clowns, like Mack 10 and 'em, uh!
I'm from the East Coast
This is how we roll in New York
A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin' the fort
Jackin' creeps, packin' heat
These Harlem streets is for keeps
Much love to all my peeps
Who got covered with sheets and uh
Where I be dwellin' at snitches get killed
On the real side, I probably
Fucked more bitches than Wilt, nigga
In clown hearts I put a lotta fear
One love to Fat Joe and 560 yeah
I'm outta here
Yo McGruff, yo my mellow, my man
Ayo uh, grab the mic and do the best ya can