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Big L f Jay-Z

Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. I

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(Big L)Yo, check itYo, I got slugs for snitchesNo love for bitchesPuttin thugs in ditchesWhen my trigger finger itchesI got a rep that make police jetKnown to get a priest wetI never beg for pussy like Keith SweatIs Big L slow? Hell noBitches get fucked on the roof when I ain`t got no hotel doughI`m known for yoking jacksAnd beatin them with smoking gatsLeavin token blacks with broken backs and open capsSo with that bullshit, step to the rear sonThe last thing you want with Big L is a fair oneCause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightningYou see what happened in my last fight friend?Aight thenI beat kids with lead pipesI leave a trail of dead mic`sWhere I`m from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lightsOld folks get mugged and raidedCrimes are drug relatedAnd we live by the street rules that thugs createdClowns get smoked about a thousand voltsFor selling pounds of cokeFront in this town and get a tech stuck down your throatI`m tellin you shit is about to get drastic soonI`m quick to blast a goonAnd break a motherfucker like a plastic spoonI got the looks that make your hotty stareI keep a shotty nearIt`s the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fearTracks I`m know to roastUntil the microphone is ghostProps I own the mostI`m leaving niggaz comatoseFront and get your brain pinchedBig L will have your whole gang lynchedI started smoking dust and been insane sinceThis rap shit was a great giftThe other night some snake riffedAnd got a hot lead face liftAll through high school I had braidsI kept mad bladesStabbing teachers to death that gave me bad gradesI cook the mic like a beef steakCause my techniques greatAnd I`m the nigga police hate in each stateCause I`m the neighborhood lamperPunk brother vamperFuck around you`ll find my silk boxers in your mother`s hamperCops drop when my glock makes a pow soundI`m from a whyle townYou know my style clown, so bow down(Jay-Z)Brothers can beg and borrowStill feel sorrowWhen Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that assBetter luck tomorrowI`m too much, nigga, so never should you rushYou need slow down, or get your ass tore downCheck it out, I`m too cockyTo stop me, you gotta kill meAnd when I`m gone, you can still feel meOn the real, BThe shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens wellEven if they won`t let me in HeavenI raise hell, till its HeavenRecognize, the black cat with the nine livesGet up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross meI`m poppin Crystal, shooting game like missilesAs projected, all ho`s affected by this styleI mack like Goldie, go back like the oldiesBut the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodiesThey don`t be knowin the way I be flowinWhen I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse OwensI disrupt the natural schemeThe way that you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like…You say never you run, if ever you comeIt`s never you run so fast in your life to never have wonCome on and ride the rhythmI be producing like jizmJust like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdomFor greater understandingI`m landing blows andKnocking sense into those that oppose me, haEnticin when slicing through tracksYour screaming, "Jesus Christ," he`s backAnd God knows he can rapMe and L put rhythm on the mapSo give him his dapAnd me, I just take mineGimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck thatYou never see me stressed, in a GSOn the prize, my greedy eyes can`t see no lessJigga incredibleEven my thoughts is federalLike kidnapping, extortion and corruptionSo you know, beatin me will never comeLike a nun or tomorrow, I`m too thorough, niggaI make moves, cause bowels to moveWhen I`m creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudesUm. We`re the peace like IslamI make your eyes rise like yeastSurprise, I feel no fear when facing y`allBetcha lyrics jump off the track like racing carsEmcee`s trying to be the bestAnd even in dying, couldn`t be this def (death)I see no reason to stop cheesinEver since L said "Throw three g`s in"And we can get down and split the wealthThat`s when I found I could do it myselfI get up

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Big L f Jay-Z - Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. I
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