Jay-z - Stretch and Bobbito Show '95 lyrics

Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for b**hes 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 p**y like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no b**hes get f**ed 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 bullsh**, 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, n***as j**els 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 sh** is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherf**er like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the n***a 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 d**h that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my techniques great And I'm the n***a police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper f** 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