Big L'98 Freestyle

[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 [bobbito] yeahhh! (what?) [big l] I'm tired [bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad! © 2018