'98 Freestyle
(专辑: The Big Picture - 2000)
[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!