Stretch and Bobbito '93 Freestyle

[Intro: Bobbito, Killa Cam & Big L] Check it out, one-two, here we go with the flow That nigga Bobbito's in the house, you know— We got the Big L "8 Iz Enuff" crew in the house, and, uh, actually we— So, first, up Ayo, I'm first up, this is Killa Cam, I'm 'bout to represent for my people Yo, I'ma set shit off like this Yo, check it [Verse 1: Killa Cam] I’m wetting niggas like a bolt crane your whole brain I’ll blow you like Coltrane, for no fame, I’m so plain, I’ll leave your fucking soul slain So nigga, step up, and I’ll defeat ass It’s Cam with the mustache, I bust fast, and ski mask Cause where I’m from, it’s grim the sun shines rarely People make money barely, that’s why I stay high, cause niggas die daily I never sweat nobody, got the shotty, see em jetting It’ll be 300 in a sauna ‘fore you see me sweating And at the dice game, have a gat if you’re a corner duck I’m born to buck, and when I lose, I choose to spray the corner up Stacks, I’m betting em, bitches I’m getting em, Punks I’m wetting em Niggas buying records while em setting em I smoke rocks, get your throat chopped, so see me, G I tried crack, smack, LSD, down to PCP Then I get arrested for shoplifting, see how those cops living? They face me, but don’t chase me when my Glock spitting I’m bad luck, just like a black cat, I’m good at Blackjack My black pack, my black backpack and black MAC I got a black gat, they want me in a packed jail I get letters from the feds, so that’s blackmail I got black boots, I comb my black roots, then black shoots Another black family dressed in black suits A nigga tried to play Cam, damn, the burger dashed I know you heard the blast, his faggot ass got murdered fast Cause I ain’t one for the clusterhead, I’m rushing dreads Snuffing meth, enough is said, I’m busting lead and fucking feds When I bruise, you lose, cause I blew strews I let the Smitty’s ooze, ayo because of my loose screws I’m so confused and not amused, I’m proved to let the Tre pop I jig, hobbes, and pig cops, I put em in the big box Like Red Fox, white or dreadlocks, I got the lead Glocks Or the chrome but either way, your dome is like a wet mop So all of you prankster teens, I tell you, I’ll gank you clean Niggas that’s mean, I put they ass in the gangster lean And if a nigga stare me down, he best start booking, black Because I got the MAC, in fact, what the fuck you looking at? [Interlude] [Verse 2: Buddah Bless] [Interlude] [Verse 3: Murda Mase] [Interlude] [Verse 4: Bloodshed] Bloodshed’s a nasty guy, I stay high watching niggas die Bullets’ll multiply, I’m making mothers cry Fucking bitches, driving Jetters and better Life’s better, keep a Beretta inside my leather Lethal injection, rage with the Smith and Wesson My trigger finger’s more itchy than a yeast infection Killing niggas with no discretion When it comes to murder one, Bloodshed should be your first selection So nigga, try a live wire, hitman for hire Hot like fire, you’ll get burnt like Richard Pryor I’m only known to kick the raw shit And when I spark shit, bullets leave you leaking like faucets It’s Bloodshed, my trademark is to leave em dead So ill, I’ll put an infrared to an infants head I got mad Smitty grips and effing clips Though my fists’ll leave you more broken than a faggot’s wrist I like to laugh when I give bloodbaths The psychopath is even more rougher than a rough draft I ain’t the type to get gas I got a burner, but still go Ike Turner on your stupid ass, nigga [Interlude] [Verse 5: Herb McGruff] It’s Herb McGruff, I know you’re fighting, Holmes I be reciting poems, lighting domes, killing men and microphones Ayo, the Gruff can’t stand a foe Whether it’s a man or hoe, they getting sent to the land below Ayo, this nigga like to blast mags, put niggas in trash bags, so dash, fags or get your ass tagged Ayo, the Gruff been rough for years, I be bucking queers, then throw they ass down the fucking stairs Step to this and you’re a doomed victim Ayo, I’m iller than that shit that fuck up your immune system Play me close and I might flip Take the gat off my right hip and hold it with a tight grip Then squeeze off with the quickness And any eyewitness who snitches, you better prepare to die, you bitches I wish a nigga would testify, god bless the guy Get your suit and tie, nigga dressed to die Ayo, the Gruff do the dirty and flee, I’m on a murder spree Put you in emergency, niggas, you heard of me I get and start to buck like a dust head The last nigga to fuck with McGruff dead, yo ‘nuff said [Interlude] [Verse 6: Terra] [Interlude] [Verse 7: Big Twan]