Big L - '98 Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics

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Aight, let me kick some more shit, 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 shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you

But with that cheap shit, 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 nigga 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 fucked your little sister and that pussy was right

That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers

You fuckin' 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 ass [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 nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood

You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore 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 niggas can fuck with me

And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me

We puff much izzy

I do shit that only tough men do

And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too

Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga

No dough, always on the train-ass nigga

Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga

You got fucked upstate, you cupcake

How many dicks can your butt take?

I ran through every bitch in my path

I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*}

Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!]

And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history

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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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