Big L - '98 Freestyle

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intro
One, two, one, two
Kind of tired
Big l about to get into some shit
Aight, check it out

verse 1
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 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 hanging 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 their 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 110
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, 850 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

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Big L

Lamont Coleman (May 30, 1974 – February 15, 1999), better known as Big L. He was born and raised in Harlem, New York, where he started his rap career with Children of the Corn then D.I.T.C. (Diggin' in the Crates Crew) before pursuing a solo career.

He released his debut album, Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous in 1995, and significantly contributed to the underground hip-hop scene.

On February 15, 1999, Coleman was killed by an unknown assailant in a drive-by shooting in his hometown of Harlem. Suspects were brought in for questioning, but nobody was found guilty.

His second studio album, The Big Picture was released the following year and certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Since his death, there has been six posthumous albums released, mainly consisting of unreleased songs.

He is considered the king of punchlines in hip hop.