Released on 1997

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[Intro: O.C.]

Fuck who that I offend, rappers, sit back, I'm 'bout to begin


[Verse 1: Big L]

I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced-out watch

Knots in my socks, cops think I'm sellin' rocks

Pullin' me over to see if I'm drunk, but I'm sober

They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova

Listen Columbo, you're mad because your money come slow

And what you make in a year I make in one show

Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride

Call me all kind of names, try to hurt my pride

You're just mad 'cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat

Talking 'bout, "Where the gun at?" I been there and done that

I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin' legit

I love to see cars come cruisin' by, playin' my shit

I walk around with six thou' without a pistol, my whole clique's wild

I'm rich, pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now

I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws

I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours

So get that flashlight out of my face

To bring me down, them jakes will do whatever it takes

Word up, them federals got my phone and my house tapped

Prayin' that I fall for the mousetrap, I doubt that


[Chorus: Big L]

Why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits

Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick


[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Ayo, enough's enough, federals try to set me up

Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust

Plus, they want a nigga's soul, but they know

Big Joey Crack can never rat a cat that he know

Fo' sho', death before dishonor

I left the streets alone since Tone deceased, it almost killed his mama

So I'ma keep doin' what I'm doin'

Pursuin' my dream 'til there's enough cream to start my own union

And show these kids how legit it is

Shit is real, I used to steal, but now I own several businesses

So where's your witnesses you claim to have

Sayin' that I'm takin' half, extortin' New York and not payin' tax?

I'm layin' back playin' the role, playin' the low

But it's the same old Joe so don't get KO'd

Hey yo, I'm gonna fry for what I never did

Or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live?


[Chorus: Big L]

Why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits

Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

Ayo, why do I end up in so much shit?

I done came way too far to be callin' it quits

Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit

They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick


[Outro]

What would you do if vicious enemy suddenly started coming at you, armed to the teeth and ready to kill you?