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[Intro] Im kinda tired. big l bout to get into some shit. aight check it out [Big L] Yo. fuck all the glamours and glitz i plan to get rich im from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks and im all about expandin' my chips you mad cuz i was in the van wit 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 im quick to body something you look at me like im prob'ly frontin i fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest im older and smarter- this is me at my best i stopped hangin around y'all cuz niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall hoping i flop hoping i stop you prob'ly even hope i get locked or be on a street corner with a pipe smoking a rock i got more riches than you fucked more bitches than you only thing i haven't got is more stitches than you fuckin punk- you ain't a leader, what, nobody followed you you was never shit- your mother should have swallowed you you on some tag along flunkie yes man shit do me a favour please get off the next man dick and if you think i cant fuck with whoever- put ya money up put ya jewels up, no fuck it put ya honey up put ya raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up before i buck lead and make a lot of bloodshead turn ya tux red im far from broke- got enough bread and mad hoes- ask beavis, i get nothing but head my game is vicious and cruel fuckin chicks is a rule and if my girl think im loyal, then that bitch is a fool how come? you could listen to my first album and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from so what you actin for you aint half as raw you need to practise more somebody tell this nigga, son, before i crack his jaw you runnin wit boys im runnin wit men imma be rippin the mic's 'til im a hundred and ten have them niggas like dammit this nigga dun done it again i throw slugs at idiots no love for city cops i sport a pretty watch eight hundred and fifty rocks im making wonderful figures i dont fuck with none of you niggas i might pull out this gun on you niggas and rob every last one of you niggas [DJ] Yeah What [Big L] Im tired [DJ] For somebody tired, that wasn't too bad |