Big L 98 Freestyle Lyrics

[Big L]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some s___
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____
with both hands on her t__s
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____z 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____es 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 s___, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man s___
Do me a favor, please get off the next man d___
And if you think I can't f___ with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no f___ it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up n____, 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 b___-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
f___in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that b____ is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of n____z 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____ 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____z like, "d___it this n____ 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____z
I might pull out this gun on your n____z
and rob every last one of you n____z

[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)
[Big L] I'm TIRED
[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!