Big L - 7 Minute Freestyle lyrics

(Big L)

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 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 yoking jacks

And beatin them with smoking 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 lightning

You see what happened in my last fight friend?

Aight then

I beat kids with lead pipes

I leave a trail of dead mic's

Where I'm from, niggaz dudes 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 volts

For selling pounds of coke

Front in this town and get a tech 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 motherfucker like a plastic spoon

I got the looks that make your hotty stare

I keep a shotty near

It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear

Tracks I'm know to roast

Until the microphone is ghost

Props I own the most

I'm leaving niggaz comatose

Front and get your brain pinched

Big L will have your whole gang lynched

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

Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades

I cook the mic like a beef steak

Cause my techniques 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 whyle town

You know my style clown, so bow down

(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 your 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, till its Heaven

Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives

Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me

I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles

As projected, all ho's affected by this style

I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies

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 running the track like Jesse Owens

I disrupt the natural scheme

The way that you do things wit 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 be producing like jizm

Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom

For greater understanding

I'm landing blows and

Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha

Enticin when slicing through tracks

Your screaming, "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 creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes

Um. We're the peace like Islam

I make your eyes rise like yeast

Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all

Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars

Emcee's trying to be the best

And even in dying, couldn't be this def (death)

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

(Big L)

My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched

Rappers I jack and lynch

Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events

Big L is the nigga you expect

To catch wreck in 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 fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake

I probably got your mommy strung

Niggaz 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'ma beat your fagot ass 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 kill a nigga 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 bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight

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

So we can never be a couple hun

Fuck 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 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 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 suckers 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 breathgod 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 nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey

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

Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle

But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz 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 fuckin 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

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