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• Artiste: Big L
• Titre: 7 Minute Freestyle
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Aight, Big L, pardon the, uh, technical difficulties (Check it out) Yeah, haha Check it out, aight (Woo) Check it out If you wanna put your man on, too, you can do it together Aight, aight (Yeah) I'ma set it off like this, check it out (It's too easy) 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 yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' gats (Woo) 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 (Haha, yeah) '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, niggas 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 folks are sellin' pounds of coke Front in this town and get a TEC 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 hottie stare I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear (Haha) Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost (Come on) Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose Front and get your brain pinched, Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smokin' dust and been insane since (Woo) This rap shit 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 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 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 here (JAY-Z) Step up to the mic Check, check, check it out now Ayo, 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 to slow down or get yo' 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 'til it's Heaven Recognize the black cat with the nine lives (Uh) Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me (Woo) I'm poppin' Cristal, shootin' game like missiles As projected, all hoes affected by this style (Haha, haha) I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie, but the goodie Pullin' R&B bitches, 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, ha 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, fuck that (Haha) 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, nigga 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 MCs tryin' to be the best And even in dyin' couldn't be this def (JAY-Z, JAY-Z) I see no reason to stop cheesin' Ever since L said, "Throw three G's in" (Haha) And we can get down and split the wealth That's when I found I could do it myself, I get up (Yeah) Word life Big L, try that mic out One, two, check it Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch, nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' them shits in rap events Big L is the nigga 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 fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probably got your mommy strung, niggas 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 nigga 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 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 hoes is hard dick and bubble gum (Yeah) And clown MCs I be attackin' 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 reachin', so I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin', aight? Back to my man JAY-Z one time Yeah, we wanna hear this joint Check it out, uh 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 seekin' all rappers, I'm on my P's and Q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well, goddamn, don't y'all know my status? I'm flowin' the fattest, mmm, that is, mmm, 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 You're thinkin' that's hollow The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow It hit you like bam, biggity-bam, bam, biggity-bam Take a little breath... goddamn (Ha) The kid is a wizard I'm definitely destined to make eight digits Met up with Ls 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, ha Here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up-up-up in Niggas are du-do-duckin', I'm boo-boo-buckin', fuck it, I'm wild (Woo) But a boo-boo-boo-bam What you niggas gonna do to the man? I see you brought your little crew... and? I'm still comin' with velocity (Ha-ha) Check it out, Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, eh-heh Ain't none of these clowns fuckin' around Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground With the crown prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now The heat's 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' outta their seats now Shit, I got crazy skills It's a pity the way I'm rippin' rugged rhythm through the city Like dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, 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, give me G's Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch JAY-Z get crazy G's Yeah, ha, tired, too Boom, not yet, hahaha