Jay-z - Stretch & Bobbito '95 Pt. II lyrics

(Big L) My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can f** with the way I be k**ing the sh** in rap events Big L is the n***a you expect To catch wreck in any ca**ette 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 f** a b**h from the back and watch her a** shake I probably got your mommy strung n***as hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a ga**ed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'mma beat your f*got a** 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 k** a n***a from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm k**ing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend bu*ts The b**h type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't sh**, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right So we can never be a couple hun f** 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 sh** and some car jackin sh** I ran up on this n***a 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 s**ers 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 n***a don't play, hey, the n***a don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in n***as are do ducking I'm boo buckin, f** it I'm whyle But a boo boo boo bam, what you n***as 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 f**in 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 sh** I got crazy sk**s 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