Stretch & Bobbito `95 Pt. II — текст песни (Big L f Jay-Z)

(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



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