(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      (Jay-Z)   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      (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 plate   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