[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 niggas, 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 honey, 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

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

[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]

Yo, from the spot to the cell-blocks

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

Niggas turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop

New York livin', got a nigga 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 niggas 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 make-over

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*}