时间：2020-10-23
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Big L + Jay-Z Freestyle (Explicit) - Stretch and Bobbito/Big L/Jay-Z
Aight big L pardon the
Uh technical difficulty check it out
Check it out haha woo aight check it out
How 'bout I put your man on too
You can do it together
Set it off like this check it out
Yo check it
Yo I got slugs for snitches no love for b***hes
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 p***y like Keith Sweat
Is big L slow hell no
B***hes get f**ked on the roof
When I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' jacks
And beatin' 'em with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bulls**t 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 lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight
Friend Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes I leave trails of dead mics
Where I'm from n***as jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided crimes are **-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand
Folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you s**t is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**ker
Like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near it's that n***a
With knotty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most I'm leavin' n***as comatose
Front and get your brain pinched big L
Will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap s**t was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead facelift
All through high school
I had braids I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death
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**k 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
Word up say what say what
'95 style yeah I got my man Jay-Z
Brothers can beg and borrow still feel sorrow
When Jay Z like Zorro get in
That a*s better luck tomorrow
I'm too much n***a so never should you rush
You need to slow down or get yo' a*s 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 s**t is eternal I rock the heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell 'til 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 shootin' game like missiles
As projected all hoes affected by this style
I mack like Goldie go back like the oldie
But the goody pullin' RB b***hes wearin' hoodies
They don't be knowin' the way I be flowin'
When I be goin' I be runnin' the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things with 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 produce like jism
Just like the gods I start with knowledge
Then follow with wisdom
For greater understandin' I'm landin' blows and
Knockin' sense into those that oppose me
Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
You're screamin' 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**k 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'll never come
Like a nun or tomorrow I'm too thorough n***a
I make moves 'cause bowels to move
When I'm creepin' through your way
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
Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's tryin' to be the best
And even in dyin' 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
Ayo my crew be deliverin' hot lead
When gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch nobody can f**k with
The way I be killin' them s**ts in rap events
Big L is the n***a you expect
To catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to f**k a b***h from the back
And watch her a*s 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 gassed head got loot
'Cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-ass half-dead
I stomp white cops 'til they life stops
For a low price hops
'Cause my blood is colder than a ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
'Cause my crew'll kill a n***a
From the lobby to the top floor
And every time my MAC-11 bucks
I'm killin' at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
The b***h type I dislike
I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't s**t ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a couple hun
F**k love all I got for hoes
Is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown MC's I be attackin' quick
I'm on some rappin' s**t and some car-jackin' s**t
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 speakin'
He started reachin' so I left him sleepin'
With his temple leakin' aight
