Stretch and Bobbito feat Jay-Z '95 pt2

Verse 1: Big L

My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched

Rappers I jack and lynch

Nobody can fk with the way I be killing the shit 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 feeling like Billy Bathgate

My rap style is past great

I love to fk a b1tch 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 faggot a33 half-dead

I stomp white cops till their 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 n1gga 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 b1tch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight

All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right

So we can never be a couple hun

Fk love, all I got for ho's is hard d1ck and bubble gum

And clown emcee's I be attacking quick

I'm on some rappin' shit and some car jackin' sh1t

I ran up on this n1gga 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

And 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 here

Verse 2: 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

You're thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too r-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 n1gga don't play, hey, the n1gga don't play, hey

Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in

N1ggas are do ducking I'm boo buckin', fk it I'm whyle

But a boo boo boo bam, what you n1ggas 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 these clowns fkin around

Ain't none of these 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