Stretch and Bobbito Pt. 2 '95-Big L I

(Big L) My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can f**k with the way I be killing the shit in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck in any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to f**k a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probably got your mommy strung Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a gassed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right So we can never be a couple hun F**k love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum And clown emcee's I be attacking quick I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry jack but get up out of that My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plat He didn't listen to what I was speakin He started reaching So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking Aight, back to my man Jay-Z (Jay-Z) As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it, I get it together like a marriage I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow Your thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam Let me take a little breath…god damn The kid is a wizard I'm definitely destined to make eight digits Met up with L on the road to riches As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch You know I'm gonna end ya, uh The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, f**k it I'm whyle But 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 out Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh Ain't none of the clowns f**kin around Ain't none of clowns standing their ground with the crowned prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now The heats on sweat now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin out of their seats now Shit I got crazy skills It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty I got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g's Baby, baby, wit crazy ease Watch Jay-Z get crazy G's