[Big L]   Yo check it out   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 sweat   i never beg for pussy like keith sweat   is Big L slow? hell no   Bitches get fucked on the roof when i aint got no hotel dough   im known for yoking jap's and beating them with smoking gats   leave you toking blacks with broken backs and open caps   so if that bull~shit steps to the rear son   the last thing you want with Big L is a fair one   cus in the street brawl I strike men like lightning   you seen what happen in my last fight friend? aight then   i beat kids with lead pipes   i leave trails of dead mic's   where im 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   for sellin pounds of coke   front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat   im tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon   im quick to blast a goon and break a mother fucker like a plastic spoon   i got the looks that make your hottie stare   i keep a shotty near   its that nigga with nottie here who got it there   tracks im known to roast until the microphone is ghost   props i own the most, im leavin niggaz comatose   front and get your brain pinched   Big L'll have your whole gang linched   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   i kept mad blades   stabbin teachers to death that gave me bad grades   i cook the mic like a beef stake cus my techneques great   and im the nigga police hate in each state   cus im the neighbour hood lamper, bone brother   nigga fuck around you find my silk boxers in your mothers hamper   cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound   im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down      word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z here..      [Jay-Z]   check it   check check    check it out now   Ayo brothers get bagged and borrowed   still feel sorrow when Jay-Z like zorrow   gettin that ass better luck tommorow   im too much nigga so never should you rush   you need to slow down or get your ass towed out   check it out, im too cocky to stop me u gotta kill me   and when im gone u can still feel me   on the real bee   this shit is eternal i rock the heavens well   even if they wont let me in heaven i raise hell   till its heaven   recognise, the black cat with the nine lives   get up off me nigga its bad luck to cross me   im poppin crystal shootin game like mid salls   as projected all hoe's effected by this style   i mack like goldie   go back like the oldie   much a goodie   pullin R 'n' B bitches wearin hoodies   they dont be knowin the way i be flowin   when i be going i be runin the track like - jessie owens   i disrupt the natural scheme   the way that you do things with a sling and have em rockin like ?????   you say never you run   if ever you come   is never you run   so fast in your life to never have one   c'mon and ride the rhythm   i produce like jizm   just like the gods ill start with knowladge then follow with wisdom   proclaim to understanding   im landing, blowsing   knocking sence into those that oppose me   intice em, then slice em through tracks   you screamin jesus~christ he's back and god knows he can rap   me n L put rhythm on the map   so give em his zap   and me i just take mine   gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that   you never see me streesed   in the G-S   on the prize   my greedy eyes cant see no less   jigga incredible   even my thoughts is federal   like kidnap n extorsion n corruption   so you know   beatin me'll never come   like a nun, nor tommorow   im too through nigga   i make moves   cross valves to move   when im creepin through your way with a thousand little dudes   um.. we make peace like islam   i make your eyes rise like yeast   suprise, i feel   no fear when facin yall   bet your lyrics jump off the tracks like racing cars   MC's tryin to be the best   and even in dying coudent beat his death   i see no reason to stop cheeseing   ever since L said throw's 3 G's in   and we can get down and split the wealth   thats when i found i can do it myself      i get up   yeah yeah