Текст песни Big L f Jay-Z - Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. II
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(Big L)My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenchedRappers I jack and lynchNobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap eventsBig L is the nigga you expectTo catch wreck in any cassette deckI`m so ahead of my time, my parents haven`t met yetI`m feeling like Billy BathgateMy rap style is past greatI love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shakeI probably got your mommy strungNiggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie ChungMy clan plans to get Guillianni hungNever had a gassed headGot loot cause I stash breadTry to tax and I`ma beat your fagot ass half-deadI stomp white cops till the life stopsFor a low price hopsCause my blood is colder than an ice boxOn 1-3-9 you don`t want a block warCause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floorAnd every time a mack eleven bucksI`m killing at least seven ducksI never was a follower of Reverend ButtsThe bitch type I dislike, I`m rougher than a fist fightAll chicks ain`t shit, ain`t no such thing as Miss RightSo we can never be a couple hunFuck love, all I got for ho`s is hard dick and bubble gumAnd clown emcee`s I be attacking quickI`m on some rappin shit and some car jackin shitI ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black acAnd put the gat to his cap, click-clackSorry jack but get up out of thatMy 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitateI can`t wait to demonstrate this nickel platHe didn`t listen to what I was speakinHe started reachingSo I left him sleepin with his temple leakingAight, back to my man Jay-Z(Jay-Z)As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savageAnd no I don`t have it, I get it together like a marriageI`m seeking all rappers, I`m on my p`s and q`s and carrotsY`all don`t understand, well, god-damn, don`t you know my statusI`m flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I`m the baddestNo need to explain my name, the only thing that mattersFor suckers who bite me, they find I`m a bit much to swallowYour thinking that`s hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to followI hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bamLet me take a little breath…god damnThe kid is a wizardI`m definitely destined to make eight digitsMet up with L on the road to richesAs soon as I step up, nah, whenever I`m in the, uhWhatever I touch, whatever I clutchYou know I`m gonna end ya, uhThe nigga don`t play, hey, the nigga don`t play, heyHahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up inNiggaz are do ducking I`m boo buckin, fuck it I`m whyleBut a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz gonna do to the man?I see you brought your little crew… and?I`m still comin with velocity, check it outJid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huhAin`t none of the clowns fuckin aroundAin`t none of clowns standing their groundwith the crowned prince of the undergroundSounds like I`m ready to catch wreck nowThe heats on sweat nowJay-Z`s on, be gone to the next townPunk, jump up and get beat downCheck it out, check it out, check it outLadies be comin out of their seats nowShit I got crazy skillsIt`s a pity the way I`m ripping rugged rhythm through the cityLike dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun dittyI got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, IHit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guysJ-A, baby, baby please, gimme g`sBaby, baby, wit crazy easeWatch Jay-Z get crazy G`s