[00:00.20]Verse 1: Big L
[00:00.72]Yo, check it
[00:01.65]Yo, I got slugs for snitches
[00:03.45]No love for b1tches
[00:04.56]Putting thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
[00:07.14]I got a rep that make police jet
[00:09.41]Known to get a priest wet
[00:10.91]I never beg for pu22y like Keith Sweat
[00:12.76]Is Big L slow, hell no
[00:14.43]b1tches get fk on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
[00:17.74]I'm known for yoking jacks
[00:19.73]And beating them with smoking gats
[00:21.20]Leaving token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
[00:23.55]So with that bullsh1t, step to the rear son
[00:26.42]The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
[00:29.18]Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
[00:31.60]You see what happened in my last fight friend
[00:34.05]Aight then
[00:34.83]I beat kids with lead pipes
[00:36.15]I leave a trail of dead mic's
[00:37.34]Where I'm from, n1ggas jewels get ran like red lights
[00:40.30]Old folks get mugged and raided
[00:42.16]Crimes are drug related
[00:43.33]And we live by the street rules that thugs created
[00:45.91]Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
[00:48.38]For selling pounds of coke
[00:49.28]Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
[00:51.37]I'm telling you sh1t is about to get drastic soon
[00:53.66]I'm quick to blast a goon
[00:55.02]And break a motherfker like a plastic spoon
[00:56.74]I got the looks that make your hotty stare
[00:58.97]I keep a shotty near
[01:00.56]It's the n1gga with knotty hair who Gotti fear
[01:02.66]Tracks I'm know to roast
[01:03.89]Until the microphone is ghost
[01:05.57]Props I own the most
[01:06.76]I'm leaving n1ggas comatose
[01:08.17]Front and get your brain pinched
[01:09.66]Big L will have your whole gang lynched
[01:11.35]I started smoking dust and been insane since
[01:13.58]This rap sh1t was a great gift
[01:15.69]The other night some snake riffed
[01:17.75]And got a hot lead face lift
[01:19.08]All through high school I had braids
[01:21.24]I kept mad blades
[01:22.11]Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
[01:24.76]I cook the mic like a beef steak
[01:26.51]Cause my technique's great
[01:27.92]And I'm the n1gga police hate in each state
[01:30.14]Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
[01:31.82]Punk brother vamper
[01:33.07]Fk around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
[01:35.56]Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
[01:38.38]I'm from a whyle town
[01:39.74]You know my style clown, so bow down
[01:41.91]WORD UP
[01:42.86]Verse 2: Jay-Z
[01:43.67]Brothers can beg and borrow
[01:44.77]Still feel sorrow
[01:46.13]When Jay
[01:46.80]Z like Zorro get in that ass
[01:48.14]Better luck tomorrow
[01:48.80]I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
[01:50.72]You need slow down, or get your ass tore down
[01:53.92]Check it out, I'm too cocky
[01:55.51]To stop me, you gotta kill me
[01:56.87]And when I'm gone, you can still feel me
[01:58.77]On the real, B
[01:59.90]The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
[02:01.80]Even if they won't let me in Heaven
[02:03.83]I raise hell, till its Heaven
[02:05.33]Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
[02:07.89]Get up off me, n1gga, its bad luck to cross me
[02:10.59]I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles
[02:13.24]As projected, all ho's affected by this style
[02:15.92]I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies
[02:18.44]But the goody, pulling R&B b1tches wearing hoodies
[02:21.71]They don't be knowing the way I be flowing
[02:23.71]When I be going
[02:25.03]I be running the track like Jesse Owens
[02:27.27]I disrupt the natural scheme
[02:28.97]The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rocking like
[02:32.13]You say never you run, if ever you come
[02:34.84]It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
[02:37.97]Come on and ride the rhythm
[02:39.63]I be producing like jizm
[02:40.93]Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom
[02:43.62]For greater understanding
[02:45.20]I'm landing blows and
[02:46.43]Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha
[02:49.52]Enticin when slicing through tracks
[02:51.34]You're screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back
[02:52.95]And God knows he can rap
[02:54.59]Me and L put rhythm on the map
[02:56.36]So give him his dap
[02:57.54]And me, I just take mine
[02:58.58]Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fk that
[03:00.25]You never see me stressed, in a GS
[03:02.40]On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
[03:06.80]Jigga incredible
[03:08.06]Even my thoughts is federal
[03:09.03]Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
[03:11.41]So you know, beatin me will never come
[03:14.05]Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, n1gga
[03:16.95]I make moves, cause bowels to move
[03:19.33]When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes
[03:22.24]Um. We're the peace like Islam
[03:24.17]I make your eyes rise like yeast
[03:26.39]Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
[03:30.31]Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
[03:33.25]Emcee's trying to be the best
[03:35.93]And even in dying, couldn't be this def
[03:38.74]I see no reason to stop cheesin
[03:41.26]Ever since L said "Throw three Gs in"
[03:44.46]And we can get down and split the wealth
[03:46.87]That's when I found I could do it myself
[03:49.83]I get up