[big l]   Yeah, yeah   Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah   Uhh! this goes out to all the wolves (*arf arf aroooo*)   Hah, in the streets and in jail   Yeah, yo it's your man big l   One-three-nine, danger zone   I got my man tommy gibbs and corleone with me   Check it out, uhh - bust it      Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn'   Just finished doin a song   Now I'm ready for sleep   But first I want spaghetti to eat   And it's a good italian restaurant right up the street   So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat   Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak   I called back on the cell - it's corle', mad as hell   Told me to listen well as he started to yell   'i just seen mike and ben with your wife and a friend   And they just got a room at the holiday inn'   'it's my wife, you sure? ' 'yeah I'm sure   I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door'   'say no more, which one? '   'the one in jersey son, right over the bridge'   'we goin' hurt those hoes' 'and hurt both of them kids'   Now I'm in the range   Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change   I can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames   I reach the destination   Grab the heat without no hesitation   These niggaz fuckin up my reputation   I saw coleone holdin the chrome   Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill   And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup   Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up   'yo, who that in the background? ' 'it's tommy gibbs'   'oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down   Son you ready? we got this whole shit mapped out   I hope you ain't scared, it's no time to back out   We gon' take the backroute   Pull the gats out, throw the mask on   We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone   We gon' get our laugh on when we through   But right now we got a job to do' 'so let's do it!'   I stepped to the deskclerk   Put the gat to her dress-shirt   Told her listen up before she get hurt   'they just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males   What room they got? ' she paused and said '212'   I took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin   Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death   My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off   Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off   Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace   I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face   Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon   Ready to take care what we been plannin   These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate   We know they got stacks   Cause they don't fuck with nothin but weight   We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use   Then told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose   And then I kicked mike in his face to watch his head jerk back   'you wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at'   He gave me the address then I ran outside   But first I took the keys to his van outside   And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash   A hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash   I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag   So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth   Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck   When I got back, corle' done popped them punks   'aiyyo fuck it l, we might as well pop these studs'   Now that's four bodies   Two outta-towners and two hotties   And after that we ain't sleep for three days   We hit the pj's, split the money threeways   Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded   Celebratin nigga, heist completed