'98 Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Big L

[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!