Aight, let me kick some more s**t, one more time
[Bobbito: Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more]
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Big L]
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Yeah]
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito: Woo-- Woooo!]

Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out

Yo check it, yo my s**t is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
But with that cheap s**t, you ain't worth stickin'
I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a n***a swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
Plus I f****d your little sister and that p***y was right
That p***y was tight, grippin' my d**k like a pair of pliers
You fu***n' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his a** [Bobbito: Ouch]
[Stretch: Oh, word]
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open
I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug
That's quick to beat a n***a like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your w***e off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain't a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
Cause none of y'all n****s can f**k with me
And if your man wanna join, I got Mcgruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do s**t that only tough men do
And them cats you with f**k them too, I'll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-a** n***a
No dough, always on the train-a** n***a
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-a** n***a
You got f****d upstate, you cupcake
How many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every b***h in my path
I was fu***n' chicks in the a** when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*}
Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!]
And after this, n***a, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history

Yeah

[*Laughing]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my math]
Aight
[Bobbito: I'm gonna give you my math] {*laughing*}
Aight
[Stretch: Aight]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my history]
[Stretch: That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom]
[Bobbito: Yeah]
[Stretch: 'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long.
Give me tape... ' Not this one.]
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'98 Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics

Big L – '98 Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics