Man, shame on you for having not heard of Big L. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/nono.gif.eca61d170185779e0921b0faa9704973.gif
Big L - 98 Freestyle
Yo, fu*k all the glamour 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 bit*h
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 fu*k 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 nig*az 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, fu*k more bitc*es than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
Fu*kin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never ****, your mother shoulda swallowed you
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 fu*k with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fu*k it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up ni*ga, 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
My game is, vicious and cool
fu*kin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bit*h is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of nig*az got they whole style from?
So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nig*a somethin before 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 nig*az like, "dam*it this nig*a 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 fu*k with none of you nig*az
I might pull out this gun on your nig*az
and rob every last one of you nig*az
He was one of, if not the most talented MC in NY during the mid to late 90's, he was slated to sign with Roc-A-Fella but was gunned down in a drive by. R.I.P.