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[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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