Ny's Freestyle

The Union

featuring Big L, McGruff, I Born, C.L. Smooth



[Big L]

Check it out now

Big L Corleone (no doubt), Flamboyant Entertainment (uh-huh)

One love to my big brother Big Lee

Holdin it down from the inside right now (come one)

When you come home it's on (watch this)

Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit

Yeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do)

Uh, danger zone shit, check it out



I be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cock

I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot

I be droppin like early August, late July

Wit tracks that'll make you cry, hate you die

Stop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo'

You mad cuz I knocked yo' hoe

While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-po

My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo (what)

Or wit my nigga Gruff

These faggot niggas ain't as rich as us

I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust

Go ahead and let your crew soup you up

In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up

Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold

And if you don't agree, you's a asshole

Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird

And spark this herb, to homicide chomp the curb, ya heard?

I never hesitate to bump my gun

Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm from



[McGruff]

The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups

Kingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffs

Some get murdered, some get shot (boaw boaw boaw)

So lay on, nigga her-oin, cocaine, pot it don't stop

Rise to the top, nigga stop despisin my pops

Yeah I rap, but still got them pies on the block

Bitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knotts

Keep a stash box, ride wit them glocks

Smoke 'dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops

(What) I'm Gruff and I'ma die for my props

Die by the gun, thou shall come but for now have fun

Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue