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

 
(Big L) 
My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched 
Rappers I jack and lynch 
Nobody can fuck 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 fuck 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 
Fuck 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, fuck 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 fuckin 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
 

Другие песни Big L f Jay-Z :

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