Lyrics Stretch and Bobbito Show 95 Ft: Jay- Z - 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
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
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