[Intro]
One-two, one-two
Kind of tired
Big L about to get into some shit
Aight, check it out
[Verse]
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 niggas 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 followed you
You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you (Mmm, woo)
You on some tag-along, flunky 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 bloodshed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head
My game is vicious and cruel, 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 niggas got their whole style from? (Yeah)
So what you actin' for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga somethin' '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 niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight hunnid and fifty rocks
I'm makin' wonderful figures, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on you niggas and rob every last one of you niggas
One-two, one-two
Kind of tired
Big L about to get into some shit
Aight, check it out
[Verse]
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 niggas 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 followed you
You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you (Mmm, woo)
You on some tag-along, flunky 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 bloodshed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head
My game is vicious and cruel, 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 niggas got their whole style from? (Yeah)
So what you actin' for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga somethin' '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 niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight hunnid and fifty rocks
I'm makin' wonderful figures, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
I might pull out this gun on you niggas and rob every last one of you niggas
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