7 Minute Freestyle

[Intro: Bobbito & Big L]

Aight, Big L, pardon the, uh, technical difficulties (Check it out)

Yeah, haha

Check it out, aight (Woo)

Check it out

If you wanna put your man on too, you can do it together

Aight, aight (Yeah)

I'ma set it off like this, check it out (It's too easy)

Yo, check it

[Verse 1: Big L & Bobbito]

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' 'em with smokin' gats (Woo)

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 (Haha, yeah)

'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 mics

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 are 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 motherfucker 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 (Haha)

Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost (Come on)

Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose

Front and get your brain pinched, Big L'll have your whole gang lynched

I started smokin' dust and been insane since (Woo)

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 (Big L, Big L)

Fuck around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper (Yeah)

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, Bobbito & JAY-Z]

Word up (Say what, say what?)

'95 style (Yeah)

I got my man JAY-Z here (JAY-Z, boy, how you be?)

Step up to the mic

Check, check, check it out now

[Verse 2: JAY-Z & Bobbito]

Ayo, 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 to 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 'til it's Heaven

Recognize the black cat with the nine lives (Uh)

Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me (Woo)

I'm poppin' Cristal, shootin' game like missiles

As projected, all hoes affected by this style (Haha, haha)

I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie, but the goodie

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 jism

Just like the gods, I start with knowledge then follow with wisdom

For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows and

Knockin' sense into those that oppose me, ha

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 (Haha), 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'll 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

MCs tryin' to be the best

And even in dyin', couldn't be this def (JAY-Z, JAY-Z)

I see no reason to stop cheesin'

Ever since L said, "Throw three G's in" (Haha)

And we can get down and split the wealth

That's when I found I could do it myself, I get up (Yeah)

[Interlude: JAY-Z, Bobbito & Big L]

Word life

Big L, try that mic out

One, two, check it

[Verse 3: Big L & Bobbito]

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 that 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 probably 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 a ice box

On 139, 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 Miss Right

So we can never be a couple, hun

Fuck love, all I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum (Yeah)

And clown MCs, 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', aight?

[Interlude: Big L & JAY-Z]

Back to my man JAY-Z one time

Yeah, we wanna hear this joint

Check it out, uh

[Verse 4: JAY-Z & Bobbito]

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 y'all know my status?

I'm flowin' the fattest, mm, that is, mm, 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

Take a little breath, goddamn (Ha)

The kid is a wizard, I'm definitely destined to make eight digits

Met up with L's 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, ha

Here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up-up-up in

Niggas are du-do-duckin', I'm boo-boo-buckin', fuck it, I'm wild (Woo)

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 (Ha-ha)

Check it out, Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, eh-heh

Ain't none of these clowns fuckin' around

Ain't none of these clowns standin' they ground with the crown prince of the underground

Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now, the heat's 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' to they seats now

Shit, I got crazy skills

It's a pity the way I'm rippin' rugged rhythm through the city

Like dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, 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, give me G's

Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch JAY-Z get crazy G's

[Outro: JAY-Z & Bobbito]

Yeah, ha, tired, too

Boom, like that, hahaha