Big L - '98 Freestyle lyrics

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Big L - '98 Freestyle lyrics

[Big L] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some sh** Aight check it out Yo, f** 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 b**h 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 f** 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 n***az 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, f** more b**hes than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you f**in punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never sh**, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man sh** Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't f** with whoever, put your money up Put your j**els up, no f** it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up n***a, 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 bu*t-head {*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool f**in chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album and tell where a lot of n***az 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 n***a 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 n***az like, 'Damnit this n***a 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 f** with none of you n***az I might pull out this gun on your n***az and rob every last one of you n***az [Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?) [Big L] I'm TIRED [Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!