Stretch & Bobbito '95 Pt. I lyrics

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BIG L lyrics : "Stretch & Bobbito '95 Pt. I"

(feat. Jay-Z)

[Big L]

Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for (*##$es

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 #[email protected] like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no

(*##$es get $#[email protected] 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 bull%#@!, 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, ^!$$%z 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 %#@! is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a mother$#[email protected] like a plastic spoon

I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$% police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper

$#[email protected] 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 $$#

Better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, ^!$$%, so never should you rush
You need slow down, or get your $$# tore down

Check it out, I'm too @@#!y
To stop me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still feel me

On the real, B
The %#@! 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, ^!$$%, 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 (*##$es 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, $#[email protected] 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, ^!$$%
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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