John Hull
You can’t see me!
nikka doin waaay too much on this shyt 
We get it... you like the Devil
We get it... you like the Devil
"Stealing runs rampant in Harlem, gambling runs rampant in Harlem—all types of evils and vices that tear apart our community run rampant in Harlem."
[Verse 1: Big L]
The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
Sendin' poems to have them fakkits
Diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart
L's the nikka that crime follows
I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles
I beat chumps 'til they head splits
Then break 'em like bread sticks
I sex chicks, I'll even fukk a dead bytch
Always sprayin' TEC's, because I be stayin' vexed
Some nikka named Dex was in the projects layin' threats
I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'
Put his brains in the street
Now you can see what he was just thinkin'
I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale
Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in Hell
Front and get scarred 'cause your rap style ain't even hard
I run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God
[Hook: McGruff + Big L]
(McGruff) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone
(Big L) Where no man can withstand or hold his own
(Big L) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone
(McGruff) Where no man can withstand or hold his own
[Verse 2: Big L]
I got styles you can't copy, bytch
It's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks
Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
fukk Carlito, we doin' shyt the Devil Son's way
Every minute, my style switches up
They said a real man won't hit a girl
Well, I ain't real, 'cause I beat bytches up
I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel
I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill
I'm takin lives for a great price
I'm the type to snap in Heaven with a MAC-11 and rape Christ
And I'm fast to put a cap in a faq chest
The Big L's mad stressed, 'cause Hell is my address
I'm on some satanic shyt strictly
Little kids be wakin' up cryin'
Yellin', "Mommy, Big L is comin' to get me!"
[Hook: McGruff + Big L]
(McGruff) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone
(Big L) Where no man can withstand or hold his own
(Big L) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone
(McGruff) Where no man can withstand or hold his own
[Verse 3: Big L]
I keep a cutie with a soft booty
Hoes be runnin' up, "Can I get your autograph, L?"
No, bytch, I'm off duty
I'm breakin' hottie hearts, nikkas drop when my shotty sparks
It ain't no food in my fridge, just body parts
I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged
I never wear rubbers, bytch – if I get AIDS, fukk it!
A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute
I'll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a nikka body dented
And my swoll knob your main girl cold-slobbed
And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'
Ayo, crazy bytches slept with L
Then they nikkas got mad and tried to step to L
But I'm sicker than a nikka that's in special ed
So I suggest you spread, pretzelhead
'Fore I turn your white sweatsuit red
[Hook: McGruff + Big L]
(McGruff) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone
(Big L) Where no man can withstand or hold his own
(Big L) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone
(McGruff) Where no man can withstand or hold his own
