Yo?

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
Im from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
And Im 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 Im quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like Im probably 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 yall, cause niggaz 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 havent got is more, stitches than you
Fuckin punk, you aint a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I cant 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 blood shed
Turn your tux red, Im far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head
{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool
Fuckin chicks is a rule
If my girl think Im loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
(yeah!) so what you actin for?
You aint half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga sumun, fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, Im runnin with men
Ima be rippin the mics until Im a hundred and ten
Have yall niggaz like, damnit this nigga done done it again
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
Im makin wonderful figures
I dont fuck with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
And rob every last one of you niggaz

[bobbito] yeahhh! (what? )
[big l] Im tired
[bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasnt, that wasnt too bad!