Big L - 98' Halftime Radio lyrics

Ya'll cats like to stress them chicks
Impress them chicks
Spend money to dress them chicks
I sex them chicks and send them home
Corleone known to be stoned when I bone
I'm rubbered up in case that chick full blown
The other night around 8pm
Pockets crazy slim
Jumped out the gray bm, went to the atm
Took a thou' out and later on
I had to wild out
In da club knock some kid and his pal out
Afterwards, went to the restroom
Pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinkin' what chick number
I can dial out
Cuz it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real
I got more dimes then that sprint lady
And thats ill
Playa haters be givin me harsh looks
But I'm tryina sell records like Garth Brooks
So F em all
When it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal chips, keep my celly on
Mega ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal boo
I guess it's Perignon
If the nana's too tight
I throw some jelly on
Try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst
I've been off the scene over 2 years
And cats is still thirst
They hear Big L drop an ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that wanna
Battle get a deal first
I sport da bulletproof, fitted hat
That attitude you betta get rid of that
Whereava u floss is where u gon get it at
What, stay strapped, go to sleep wit my steel
Makin figures while u broke cats
Is keepin it real l is raps most livest cat
Gettin stacks while u askin people "do
U want fries with that"?
I rob fags in da staircase, no mask
Bare face
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced
Do I walk around without cash? No way pal
Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial
Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives
When you sold 8's, we sold pies
When you rode bikes, we drove 5's
There's no comparison son
It's just embarrasing
I'm runnin with some of the baddest
Men in the whole New York
We hold the fort while you
Crap cats is holdin
Playa hatin, pushin stolen whips
We at the dice game rollin trips
Out of town throwin bricks
Takin over, cookin up coke with baking soda
I buy hot jewels and ice it down
While you go to the jewelry store with
Short doe tryna bring the prices down
You better spread with them
30 dollar kicks on
Or get whipped on, knocked out cold
And pissed on
L is a heavyweighter with steady paper
You the type to go to jail for a petty caper
Then come home on good behavior
Talkin bout you no longa hard now cuz
You a man of God now
Yo it's amazin, L is blazin, always been
Before I put the braids in
I use to let the waves spin
What you be sayin don't impress me at all
Them chicks you be jayin donit be sexy at all
Word life
To everything that I recite stand out
Go head and front so I can
Try this right hand out
Across yo jaw, L neva lost a war
No respect for them cowards
Who enforce the law
You got sumthin to say, then cough it out
Cuz cats be wantin beef
But when you pull out the heat
They ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about
You was just fronting now it ain't nuthin
Ain't that sumthin
I should start bussin anyway
Put one of you punks in the ground
Ya'll cats be killin me
With ya'll faces frown, jumpin around
Like you scared of L, not even
Cuz imma be a thug until I stop breathin
Plus I'm runnin' with a real smooth
Crew that'll shoot at you
You wanna knuckle up, whateva
We can do that too