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98 Freestyle (Explicit) - Big L
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 expanding my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your b**ch
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 flowing is sharp
A while back I used to hustle selling blow in the park
Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting trigger temper I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
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 hanging around y'all cause niggas like you
Be praying on my downfall hoping I flop
Hoping I stop you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
I got more riches than you f**k more b**ches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
F**king punk you ain't a leader what nobody followed you
You was never sh*t your mother should have swallowed you
You on some tag-along flunky yes man sh*t
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 ni**a 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 nothing Butthead
My game is vicious and cruel
F**king chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**ch is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from
So what you acting for
You ain't half as raw you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ni**a something before I crack his jaw
You running with boys I'm running with men
I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggas like "damn it this ni**a done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't f**k with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on your niggas
And rob every last one of you niggas
