Big L - '98 Freestyle Lyrics

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[big l]

One-two one-two

Kinda tired..

Big l 'bout ta.. get into some shit

Aight check it out

Yo fuck all the glamours and glitz i plan to get rich

I'm from new york and never was a fan of the knicks

And i'm all about expandin my chips

You mad cause i was in the van with your bitch

With both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne that you know in your heart

I got style plus the way that i be flowin is sharp

A while back i used to hustle sellin blow in the park

Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever - hottie huntin trigger temper i'm quick to body somethin

You lookin at me like i'm probably frontin

I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm older and smarter this is me at my best

I stopped hangin around y'all cause niggaz like you

Be prayin on my downfall hopin i flop

Hopin i stop you probably even hope i get locked

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

Only thing i haven't got is more stitches than you

Fuckin punk you ain't a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you

You was never shit your mother shoulda swallowed you

(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

Do me a favor please get off the next man dick

And if you think i can't fuck with whoever put your money up

Put your jewels up no fuck it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed

Turn your tux red i'm far from broke got enough bread

And mad hoes ask beavis i get nuttin butt-head

{*laughter*} my game is vicious and cool

Fuckin chicks is a rule

If my girl think i'm loyal then that bitch is a fool

How come you can listen to my first album

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?

(yeah!) so what you actin for?

You ain't half as raw you need to practice more

Somebody tell this nigga sum'un 'fore i crack his jaw

You runnin with boys i'm runnin with men

I'ma be rippin the mics until i'm a hundred and ten

Have y'all niggaz like 'damnit this nigga done done it again'

I throw slugs at idi-ots no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch eight-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm makin wonderful figures

I don't fuck with none of you niggaz

I might pull out this gun on your niggaz

And rob every last one of you niggaz

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[bobbito] yeahhh! (what? )

[big l] i'm tired

[bobbito] for somebody tired that wasn't that wasn't too bad!

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