98 Freestyle

One-two, one-two

Kinda tired

Big L, 'bout ta get into some shit

(Uh) a'ight 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 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

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' Butthead

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 they whole style from?

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-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm makin' wonderful figures

I don't fuck with none of you niggas

I might pull out this gun on your niggas

And rob every last one of you niggas

Yeah, what