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Big L Song Lyrics
(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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