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stretch and bobbito – big l freestyle (remix) كلمات اغاني

[big l]
yo, i got slugs for snitches, no love for b_tches
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 p_ssy like keith sweat
is big l slow? h_ll no!
b_tches get f_cked 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 bullsh_t, 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, n_ggas’ 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 sh_t is about to get drastic soon
i’m quick to blast a goon
and break a motherf_cker like a plastic spoon
i got the looks that make your hottie stare
i keep a shotty near
it’s that n_gga 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’ n_ggas 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 sh_t 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 n_gga police hate in each state
’cause i’m the neighborhood lamper
punk brother vamper; f_ck 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!
word up (say what?)
’95 style (yeah)

ayo, my crew be deliverin’ hot lead when gats are clenched
rappers i jack and lynch; n0body can f_ck with the way
i be k!llin’ them sh_ts in rap events
big l is the n_gga 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 f_ck a b_tch from the back and watch her ass shake
i probably got your mommy strung
n_ggas 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 f_ggot_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 k!ll a n_gga from the lobby to the top floor
and every time my mac_11 bucks
i’m k!llin’ at least seven ducks
i never was a follower of reverend b_tts
the b_tch type i dislike, i’m rougher than a fist fight
all chicks ain’t sh_t, ain’t no such thing as miss right
so we can never be a couple, hun
f_ck love! all i got for hoes is hard d_ck and bubble gum
and clown mc’s i be attackin’ quick
i’m on some rappin’ sh_t and some car_jackin’ sh_t
i ran up on this n_gga name mac in a black ac’
and put the gat to his cap, cl!ck_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’

- stretch and bobbito

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