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[Big L]One-two, one-twoKinda tired..Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shitAight check it outYo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get richI'm from New York and never was a fan of the KnicksAnd I'm all about expandin my chipsYou mad cause I was in the van with your bitchwith both hands on her titsCorleone 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 huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethinYou lookin at me like I'm probably frontinI fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my restI'm, older and smarter this is me at my bestI stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like yoube prayin on my downfall, hopin I flopHopin I stop, you probably even hope I get lockedor be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rockI got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than youOnly thing I haven't got is more, stitches than youFuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ youYou was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shitDo me a favor, please get off the next man dickAnd if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money upPut your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey upPut your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth upbefore I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shedTurn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough breadAnd mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and coolFuckin chicks is a ruleIf my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a foolHow come, you can listen to my first albumand tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?(YEAH!) So what you actin for?You ain't half as raw, you need to practice moreSomebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jawYou runnin with boys, I'm runnin with menI'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and tenHave y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city copsI sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocksI'm makin wonderful figuresI don't fuck with none of you niggazI might pull out this gun on your niggazand rob every last one of you niggaz[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)[Big L] I'm TIRED[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!more free lyrics