`98 Freestyle lyrics

Artist  : Big L 
Song : `98 Freestyle



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 One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit
Aight check it out

Yo, f**k 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 bit*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**k 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, f**k more bit*hes
than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than
you
f**kin 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 f**k with whoever, put
your money up
Put your jewels up, no f**k 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
f**kin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bit*h 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 f**k 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!