Lyrics:

[Big L] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit Aight 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 niggaz 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 Follow-ed you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie 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 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 Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then