[Intro]   Im kinda tired. big l bout to get into some shit. aight check it out      [Big L]   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 cuz i was in the van wit 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 something   you look at me like im prob'ly 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 y'all   cuz niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall   hoping i flop   hoping i stop   you prob'ly even hope i get locked   or be on a street corner with a pipe smoking a rock   i got more riches than you   fucked 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 have swallowed you   you on some tag along flunkie yes man shit   do me a favour please get off the next man dick   and if you think i cant fuck with whoever- put ya money up   put ya jewels up, no fuck it put ya honey up   put ya raggedy house up   nigga, or shut your mouth up   before i buck lead   and make a lot of bloodshead   turn ya tux red   im far from broke- got enough bread   and mad hoes- ask beavis, i get nothing but head   my game is vicious and cruel   fuckin chicks is a rule   and if my girl think im loyal, then that bitch is a fool   how come?   you could listen to my first album   and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from   so what you actin for   you aint half as raw   you need to practise more   somebody tell this nigga, son, before i crack his jaw   you runnin wit boys im runnin wit men   imma be rippin the mic's 'til im a hundred and ten   have them niggas like dammit this nigga dun done it again   i throw slugs at idiots   no love for city cops   i sport a pretty watch   eight hundred and fifty rocks   im making wonderful figures   i dont fuck with none of you niggas   i might pull out this gun on you niggas   and rob every last one of you niggas      [DJ]   Yeah What      [Big L]   Im tired      [DJ]   For somebody tired, that wasn't too bad