JAY-Z - Stretch and Bobbito Show ’95 lyrics

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

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 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 niggas 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