Текст (слова) песни: Big L - `98 Freestyle

 
[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!
 

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All Black
Stretch & Bobbito `92
Stretch & Bobbito `93
Stretch & Bobbito `94
`98 Freestyle
`98 Freestyle Part 2