Big L - 98' Halftime Radio lyrics

Ya'll cats like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks, i s** 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, later on i had to wild out In da club knock some kid and his pal out Afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed crystale out Now im thinkin what chick number i can dial out Cuz its 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 im tryina sell records like Garth Brooks So f em all, when its cold i throw the skelly on Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what im heavy on If it ain't crystale boo, i guess its perryon 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 f*gs 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 Im 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 j**els and ice it down, while you go to the j**elry store with short doe tryina 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 its amazin, L is blazin always been Before i put the braids in, i use to let the waves spin What you be sayin dont impress me at all Them chicks you be jayin dont be s**y 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 pulled 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 anaway Put one of you punks in the ground Ya'll cats be k**in 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 im runnin with a real smooth crew, that'll shoot at you You wanna knuckle up, whateva we can do that too