Big L Lyrics
"'98 Freestyle"

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[Intro]
Im kinda tired. big l bout to get into some shit. aight check it out

[Big L]
Yo. fuck all the glamours and glitz
i plan to get rich
im from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
and im all about expandin' my chips
you mad cuz i was in the van wit 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 im quick to body something
you look at me like im prob'ly frontin
i fuck around and throw three in your chest
and flee to my rest
im older and smarter- this is me at my best
i stopped hangin around y'all
cuz niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall
hoping i flop
hoping i stop
you prob'ly even hope i get locked
or be on a street corner with a pipe smoking a rock
i got more riches than you
fucked 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 should have swallowed you
you on some tag along flunkie yes man shit
do me a favour please get off the next man dick
and if you think i cant fuck with whoever- put ya money up
put ya jewels up, no fuck it put ya honey up
put ya raggedy house up
nigga, or shut your mouth up
before i buck lead
and make a lot of bloodshead
turn ya tux red
im far from broke- got enough bread
and mad hoes- ask beavis, i get nothing but head
my game is vicious and cruel
fuckin chicks is a rule
and if my girl think im loyal, then that bitch is a fool
how come?
you could listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from
so what you actin for
you aint half as raw
you need to practise more
somebody tell this nigga, son, before i crack his jaw
you runnin wit boys im runnin wit men
imma be rippin the mic's 'til im a hundred and ten
have them niggas like dammit this nigga dun done it again
i throw slugs at idiots
no love for city cops
i sport a pretty watch
eight hundred and fifty rocks
im making wonderful figures
i dont fuck with none of you niggas
i might pull out this gun on you niggas
and rob every last one of you niggas

[DJ]
Yeah What

[Big L]
Im tired

[DJ]
For somebody tired, that wasn't too bad
This song is from the album "Big Picture".