diggin' in the crates crew

I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine
To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name
To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life
You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life
The price of my ice is sky high, I’m a fly guy
Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream
You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you
More nines and extra clips than you
Where I live it ain’t a nice town
You can’t walk around with ice down
Some clown probably gettin stuck right now
Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E
Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me
I’m from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York
A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort
Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps
Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets
—  Big L - Day One