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 followed you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tag a long 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 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!
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