Stretch and Bobbito '92-Big L I

Word, check it out, check it out Check it out, bust it M.C.'s get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-session Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice. No question It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird that I'm feared, cuz my raps are roughed than a nappy beard I cook rappers like a chef I'm +Def+ like +Jeff+, right to left My raps are badder than mornin breath For niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspect cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset Suckers I'm a stick of they start Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones apart I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type When I strike the mic, niggaz be like, "Shorty hype!" I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ' You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L dick Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches Nowadays rappers think they motherf**kin school teachers 1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through F**k Karate, I practice Gun-Fu The Big L is an assassinator I grab the mag and leave a fag leakin like Activator I'm the nigga that you never even thought of beatin Black, white, or Puerto Rican I'm could slaughter each an' every crab M.C. that runs up when the battle comes up Gimme two thumbs up Peace