LetraBig L & Jay-Z Freestyle

Big L

Última actualización realizada el: 25 de julio de 2017
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Yo, I got slugs for snitches 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? lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's 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 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 niggas 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 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 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 Brothers can beg and borrow When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass 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 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 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 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 Armed with a piece 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 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 Niggas 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'mma beat your fagot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box 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 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 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 Niggas are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle 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, 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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