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Nobody followed you\n[01:06.33] You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you\n[01:08.84] You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit\n[01:11.18] Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick\n[01:14.05] And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up\n[01:17.25] Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up\n[01:19.57] Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up\n[01:22.32] Before I buck lead and make a lot of bloodshed\n[01:24.92] Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread\n[01:27.42] And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' Butthead\n[01:30.15] My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule\n[01:33.07] If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool\n[01:35.53] How come you can listen to my first album\n[01:38.42] And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from?\n[01:41.03] So what you actin' for?\n[01:42.21] You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more\n[01:44.58] Somebody tell this nigga somethin', 'fore I crack his jaw\n[01:46.92] You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men\n[01:48.34] I'ma be rippin' the mics until I'm a hundred-and-ten\n[01:50.53] Have y'all niggas like, \"Dammit, this nigga done done it again\"\n[01:52.69] I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops\n[01:55.66] I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks\n[01:58.39] I'm makin' wonderful figures\n[01:59.64] I don't fuck with none of you niggas\n[02:00.89] I might pull out this gun on your niggas\n[02:02.28] And rob every last one of you niggas\n[02:04.59] Yeah, what\n[02:06.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '''98 Freestyle'\n  artist: Big L\n  album: Harlems Finest - The Best Of Big L\n  duration_ms: 125000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: One-two, one-two\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 4970\n- text: Kinda tired\n  start_ms: 4970\n  end_ms: 7050\n- text: Big L, 'bout ta get into some shit\n  start_ms: 7050\n  end_ms: 10750\n- text: (Uh) a'ight check it out\n  start_ms: 10750\n  end_ms: 13120\n- text: Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich\n  start_ms: 13120\n  end_ms: 16350\n- text: I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks\n  start_ms: 16350\n  end_ms: 19100\n- text: And I'm all about expandin' my chips\n  start_ms: 19100\n  end_ms: 21180\n- text: You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch\n  start_ms: 21180\n  end_ms: 23170\n- text: With both hands on her tits\n  start_ms: 23170\n  end_ms: 24690\n- text: Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart\n  start_ms: 24690\n  end_ms: 27240\n- text: I got style plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp\n  start_ms: 27240\n  end_ms: 30180\n- text: A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park\n  start_ms: 30180\n  end_ms: 32730\n- text: Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark\n  start_ms: 32730\n  end_ms: 35460\n- text: Forever hottie huntin'\n  start_ms: 35460\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: Trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin'\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 38810\n- text: You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin'\n  start_ms: 38810\n  end_ms: 40850\n- text: I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest\n  start_ms: 40850\n  end_ms: 44260\n- text: I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best\n  start_ms: 44260\n  end_ms: 46530\n- text: I stopped hangin' around y'all\n  start_ms: 46530\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: '''Cause niggas like you be prayin'' on my downfall'\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 51140\n- text: Hopin' I flop, hopin' I stop\n  start_ms: 51140\n  end_ms: 52890\n- text: You probably even hope I get locked\n  start_ms: 52890\n  end_ms: 54530\n- text: Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock\n  start_ms: 54530\n  end_ms: 57540\n- text: I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you\n  start_ms: 57540\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 62950\n- text: Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what? 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