'98 Freestyle Lyrics by Big L (2024)

[Intro]
Im kinda tired. big l bout to get into some sh*t. aight check it out

[Big L]
Yo. f*ck 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 tit*
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 f*ck 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 nigg*z 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
f*cked more bitches than you
only thing i haven't got is more stitches than you
f*ckin 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 flunkie yes man sh*t
do me a favour please get off the next man dick
and if you think i cant f*ck with whoever- put ya money up
put ya jewels up, no f*ck it put ya honey up
put ya raggedy house up
nigg*, 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
f*ckin 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 nigg*z got they whole style from
so what you actin for
you aint half as raw
you need to practise more
somebody tell this nigg*, 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 nigg*s like dammit this nigg* 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 f*ck with none of you nigg*s
i might pull out this gun on you nigg*s
and rob every last one of you nigg*s

[DJ]
Yeah What

[Big L]
Im tired

[DJ]
For somebody tired, that wasn't too bad

[Intro]Im kinda tired. big l bout to get into some sh*t. aight check it out[Big L]Yo. f*ck all the glamours and glitzi plan to get richim from New York and never was a fan of the Knicksand im all about expandin' my chipsyou mad cuz i was in the van wit your bitchwith both hands on her tit*Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your hearti got style plus the way that i be flowin is sharpa while back i used to hustle sellin blow in the parkcountin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the darkforever hottie huntintrigger temper im quick to body somethingyou look at me like im prob'ly frontini f*ck around and throw three in your chestand flee to my restim older and smarter- this is me at my besti stopped hangin around y'allcuz nigg*z like you be prayin on my downfallhoping i flophoping i stopyou prob'ly even hope i get lockedor be on a street corner with a pipe smoking a rocki got more riches than youf*cked more bitches than youonly thing i haven't got is more stitches than youf*ckin punk- you ain't a leader, what, nobody followed youyou was never sh*t- your mother should have swallowed youyou on some tag along flunkie yes man sh*tdo me a favour please get off the next man dickand if you think i cant f*ck with whoever- put ya money upput ya jewels up, no f*ck it put ya honey upput ya raggedy house upnigg*, or shut your mouth upbefore i buck leadand make a lot of bloodsheadturn ya tux redim far from broke- got enough breadand mad hoes- ask beavis, i get nothing but headmy game is vicious and cruelf*ckin chicks is a ruleand if my girl think im loyal, then that bitch is a foolhow come?you could listen to my first albumand tell where a lot of nigg*z got they whole style fromso what you actin foryou aint half as rawyou need to practise moresomebody tell this nigg*, son, before i crack his jawyou runnin wit boys im runnin wit menimma be rippin the mic's 'til im a hundred and tenhave them nigg*s like dammit this nigg* dun done it againi throw slugs at idiotsno love for city copsi sport a pretty watcheight hundred and fifty rocksim making wonderful figuresi dont f*ck with none of you nigg*si might pull out this gun on you nigg*sand rob every last one of you nigg*s[DJ]Yeah What[Big L]Im tired[DJ]For somebody tired, that wasn't too bad

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