Big L - '98 Freestyle Lyrics
[big l]One-two, one-twoKinda tired..Big l, bout ta.. get into some shitAight check it outYo, ***** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get richIm from new york and never was a fan of the knicksAnd Im all about expandin my chipsYou mad cause I was in the van with your *****With both hands on her titsCorleone hold the throne, that you know in your heartI got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharpA while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the parkCountin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the darkForever - hottie huntin, trigger temper Im quick to body somethinYou lookin at me like Im probably frontinI ***** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my restIm, older and smarter this is me at my bestI stopped hangin around yall, cause niggaz like youBe prayin on my downfall, hopin I flopHopin I stop, you probably even hope I get lockedOr be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rockI got more riches than you, ***** more *****es than youOnly thing I havent got is more, stitches than you*****in punk, you aint a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ youYou was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shitDo me a favor, please get off the next man dickAnd if you think I cant ***** with whoever, put your money upPut your jewels up, no ***** it put your honey upPut your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth upBefore I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shedTurn your tux red, Im far from broke, got enough breadAnd mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool*****in chicks is a ruleIf my girl think Im loyal then that ***** is a foolHow come, you can listen to my first albumAnd tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?(yeah!) so what you actin for?You aint half as raw, you need to practice moreSomebody tell this nigga sumun, fore I crack his jawYou runnin with boys, Im runnin with menIma be rippin the mics until Im a hundred and tenHave yall niggaz like, damnit this nigga done done it againI throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city copsI sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocksIm makin wonderful figuresI dont ***** with none of you niggazI might pull out this gun on your niggazAnd rob every last one of you niggaz[bobbito] yeahhh! (what? )[big l] Im tired[bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasnt, that wasnt too bad!
