Текст (слова) песни: Big L f Jay-Z - Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. I

 
(Big L) 
Yo, check it 
Yo, I got slugs for snitches 
No love for bitches 
Puttin thugs in ditches 
When my trigger finger itches 
I got a rep that make police jet 
Known to get a priest wet 
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat 
Is Big L slow? Hell no 
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain`t got no hotel dough 
I`m known for yoking jacks 
And beatin them with smoking gats 
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps 
So with that bullshit, step to the rear son 
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one 
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning 
You see what happened in my last fight friend? 
Aight then 
I beat kids with lead pipes 
I leave a trail of dead mic`s 
Where I`m from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights 
Old folks get mugged and raided 
Crimes are drug related 
And we live by the street rules that thugs created 
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts 
For selling pounds of coke 
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat 
I`m tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon 
I`m quick to blast a goon 
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon 
I got the looks that make your hotty stare 
I keep a shotty near 
It`s the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear 
Tracks I`m know to roast 
Until the microphone is ghost 
Props I own the most 
I`m leaving niggaz comatose 
Front and get your brain pinched 
Big L will have your whole gang lynched 
I started smoking dust and been insane since 
This rap shit was a great gift 
The other night some snake riffed 
And got a hot lead face lift 
All through high school I had braids 
I kept mad blades 
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades 
I cook the mic like a beef steak 
Cause my techniques great 
And I`m the nigga police hate in each state 
Cause I`m the neighborhood lamper 
Punk brother vamper 
Fuck around you`ll find my silk boxers in your mother`s hamper 
Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound 
I`m from a whyle town 
You know my style clown, so bow down 
 
(Jay-Z) 
Brothers can beg and borrow 
Still feel sorrow 
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass 
Better luck tomorrow 
I`m too much, nigga, so never should you rush 
You need slow down, or get your ass tore down 
Check it out, I`m too cocky 
To stop me, you gotta kill me 
And when I`m gone, you can still feel me 
On the real, B 
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well 
Even if they won`t let me in Heaven 
I raise hell, till its Heaven 
Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives 
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me 
I`m poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles 
As projected, all ho`s affected by this style 
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies 
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies 
They don`t be knowin the way I be flowin 
When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens 
I disrupt the natural scheme 
The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like… 
You say never you run, if ever you come 
It`s never you run so fast in your life to never have won 
Come on and ride the rhythm 
I be producing like jizm 
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom 
For greater understanding 
I`m landing blows and 
Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha 
Enticin when slicing through tracks 
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," he`s back 
And God knows he can rap 
Me and L put rhythm on the map 
So give him his dap 
And me, I just take mine 
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that 
You never see me stressed, in a GS 
On the prize, my greedy eyes can`t see no less 
Jigga incredible 
Even my thoughts is federal 
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption 
So you know, beatin me will never come 
Like a nun or tomorrow, I`m too thorough, nigga 
I make moves, cause bowels to move 
When I`m creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes 
Um. We`re the peace like Islam 
I make your eyes rise like yeast 
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y`all 
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars 
Emcee`s trying to be the best 
And even in dying, couldn`t be this def (death) 
I see no reason to stop cheesin 
Ever since L said "Throw three g`s in" 
And we can get down and split the wealth 
That`s when I found I could do it myself 
I get up
 

Другие песни Big L f Jay-Z :

Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. I
Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. II