Big L — 7 Minute Freestyle

[Production by Mufi] [Verse 1: Big L] 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 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 yokin' Jacks And beatin' them with smokin' 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 lightnin' You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails 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 folks Sellin' pounds of coke Front in this town and get a TEC 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 mothafucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hottie stare I keep a shotty near It's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smokin' dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift 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 steak, 'cause my technique's great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state 'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper; 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 wild town You know my style, clown, so bow down! [Interlude: Big L + JAY-Z] Word up (say what?) '95 style (yeah) I got my man JAY-Z here (JAY-Z!) Check it out now… Check it, check it, check it out now [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush You need slow down or get yo' 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, on the real, B The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell 'Til it's Heaven; recognize, the black cat with the nine lives Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me I'm poppin' Crystal, shootin' game like missiles As projected, all hoes affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie 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 runnin' the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things with 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 produce like jizm Just like the gods I start with knowledge And follow with wisdom For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows And knockin' sense into those that oppose me Enticin' when slicin' through tracks You're screamin': "Jesus Christ, he's back!" And God knows he can rap Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap 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 Jigga incredible, 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 creepin' through your way 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 Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars Emcee's tryin' to be the best And even in dyin' couldn't be this def 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, I get up… [Interlude: JAY-Z + Big L] Yeah, word life (Big L, try that mic out!) Yeah, yeah, yeah (back to Big L) (Let's get it, back to Big L!) Yo, one two, one two, aight? I'll drop one more joint, aight, check it out I ain't do this in a while, check it out One two, one two, check it out One two, check it [Verse 3: Big L] Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch; nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' them shits 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 feelin' like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probly got your mommy strung Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Giuliani hung Never had a gassed head, got loot 'cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-ass half-dead I stomp white cops 'til they 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'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time my MAC-11 bucks I'm killin' 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 Ms. Right So we can never be a couple, hun Fuck love! All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum And clown MC's I be attackin' 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 reachin' So I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin' [Interlude: Big L + JAY-Z] Aight, back to my man JAY-Z One time Check it out, uh [Verse 4: 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 seekin' all rappers, I'm on my P's and Q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well Goddamn, don't you know my status? I'm flowin' the fattest Mmm that is, mmm, 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 thinkin' that's hollow The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow It hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam Let me take a little breath… goddamn 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 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 du-do-duckin', I'm bo-bo-buckin, fuck it I'm wild, 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 these clowns fuckin' around Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground With the crown 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 rippin' 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, with crazy ease, watch JAY-Z get crazy G's