[Intro: Big L & Kool G Rap]
Yeah, check this shit out
Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L
Holdin it di-down, ya heard?

[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, I heard your single, you better make a whole new song
If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong
Clown n***as, you ain't got a chance at all
Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all
I make moves and boss all across the world
So don't be upset if I toss your girl
I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low
Bitches sweat me wherever I go
I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs
Nautica sweats with the fresh Gore-Tex
Jewels with baguettes, swingin' like the Mets
Throwin' the dice, and takin' all side bets
Never bummy, sip rummy, get money
When I hit honeys she felt the dick in her tummy
On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio
Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O – what?

[Chorus: Kool G. Rap]
Yo, all of y'all weak people, fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin' back to back where they brawl at
Awing and walk with tall bats
Leavin' big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
Yo – all of y'all weak people, fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin' back to back where they brawl at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin' big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]
Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks
Hot as hell blocks where shells pop
Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop
Hood bitches in nail shops, no-good snitches that tell cops
People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
N***as turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop
New York livin', got a n***a four-fifth liftin'
Send you as a gift to the mortician if you forfeit livin'
My fortune is forbidden
I say it one time before spittin'
Then I leave your forehead drippin'
I laid low, then came back for more bread grippin', more thread flippin'
More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose
Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose
Blow the feathers out of your North Face goose
It's G. Rap, comin' back with a click of brave troops
Have y'all n***as runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth
Have you holdin' holes in your body like you play flute
Lay you down 'til you get found up in the sprayed Coupe, prepare for the takeover
Give you the face makeover, the seat of your Rover
Sheet draped over, be found on the block with the street taped over
Or comin' out a deep coma, your speech made slower
Corona, Queens shakedown
I'm comin' with the nickel-plate pound
To trade rounds with all you fake clowns
Get down in the unsafe town, lacin' it down
Black Guerrilla fams, kid – we takin' the crown
Ya heard?
[Chorus: Kool G. Rap]
Yo, all of y'all weak people, fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin' back to back where they brawl at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin' big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
Yo, all of y'all weak people, fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin' back to back where they brawl at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin' big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
Yo, all of y'all weak people, fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin' back to back where they brawl at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin' big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
Yo, all of y'all weak people, fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin' back to back where they brawl at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin' big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where the wall at
[Outro: Kool G. Rap]
Yo, Kool G. Rap, holdin' it down with the hazardous Big L
Know what I mean? {*echoes*}