98 Freestyle

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 expanding 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 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 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 hanging around y'all

'Cause **** 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, fuck more bitches than you

Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you

Fucking punk, you ain't a leader, what?

Nobody followed you

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

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, ****, 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 nothing but head

My game is vicious and cool

Fucking 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 **** got they whole style from

So what you acting for?

You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this **** something 'fore I crack his jaw

You running with boys, I'm running with men

I'ma be ripping up mic's until I'm a hundred and ten

Have them **** like, damn, but this **** done done it again

I throw slug at idiots, 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 ****

I might pull out this gun on you ****

And rob every last one of you ****