[Big L]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..

Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some %#@!
Aight check it out


Yo, $#&@ 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 (*##$
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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z 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, $#&@ more (*##$es than you

Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
$#&@in punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never %#@!, your mother shoulda swallowed you

(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man %#@!
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't $#&@ with whoever, put your money up

Put your jewels up, no $#&@ it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up ^!$$%, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool

$#&@in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that (*##$ is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album

and tell where a lot of ^!$$%z got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this ^!$$% sum'un, '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 ^!$$%z like, "Damnit this ^!$$% 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

I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't $#&@ with none of you ^!$$%z
I might pull out this gun on your ^!$$%z

and rob every last one of you ^!$$%z

[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)

[Big L] I'm TIRED
[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!