(Big L)
Yo, check it
Yo I got slugs for snitches
No love for b**hes
Putting 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 p**y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow, hell no
b**hes get f**ed on the roof when I ain't got no hotel do'
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beating them with smoking gats
Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh**, 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, n***as j**els 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 folks for selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm telling you sh** is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**er like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the n***a 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 d**h that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my technique's great
And I'm the n***a police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
f** 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 wild 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 a**, better luck tomorrow
I'm too much n***a, so never should you rush
You need slow down or get your a** tore down
Check it out
I'm too co*ky to stop me, you gotta k** me
And when I'm gone you can still feel me
On the real, B
The sh** is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till it's Heaven
Recognize the black cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, n***a it's bad luck to cross me
I'm poppin Cristal, 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, pulling R&B b**hes wearin hoodies
They don't be knowing the way I be flowing
When I be going, I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things with a swing and have em rocking 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
Enticing 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, f** 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, beating me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow
I'm too thorough, n***a
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes
Armed with a piece 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
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
[Big L]
My crew be delivering hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can f** with the way I be k**ing the sh** in rap events
Big L is the n***a you expect to catch wreck in any ca**ette 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** a b**h from the back and watch her a** shake
I probably got your Mommy strung
n***as hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Giuliani hung
Never had a ga**ed head
Got loot cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'mma beat your f*ggot-a** 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 k** a n***a from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a Mac-11 bucks
I'm k**ing at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend bu*ts
The b**h type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't sh**, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a couple hun
f** 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 rapping sh** and some car jacking sh**
I ran up on this n***a 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 plate
He didn't listen to what I was speaking
He started reaching
So I left him sleeping 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 mmm that is mmmm I'm the baddest
No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters
For s**ers 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
Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch
You know I'm gonna end you uh
The n***a don't play, hey, the n***a don't play, hey
Here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in
n***as are do ducking I'm boo bucking, f** it I'm wild
But a boo boo boo bam, what you n***as gonna do to the man
I see you brought your little crew and
I'm still coming with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of the clowns f**ing 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 coming out of their seats now
sh** I got crazy sk**s
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 with crazy ease
Watch Jay-Z get crazy G's
Yeah