Big L - Stretch & Bobbito '98 lyrics

[Big L] I got some new sh** for y'all to play to, ya know? [Bobbito] Okay good Big L! [Stretch] Tell me if this was suffice, or if it's somethin mayo .. outta here [Bobbito] This is the frosted flakes right here [Stretch] This is the Lord Finesse beat [Bobbito] Yeah yeah [Big L] Aight, i guess... it will work, it will work [Stretch] You can get jiggy with that? [Big L] Yeah, yeah let me see, check it out [Bobbito] You can ball with this [Big L] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some sh** Aight check it out Yo, f** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your b**h with both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin I f** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause n***az like you be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, f** more b**hes than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you f**in punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never sh**, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man sh** Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't f** with whoever, put your money up Put your j**els up, no f** it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up n***a, or shut your mouth up before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin bu*t-head [laughter] My game is, vicious and cool f**in chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album and tell where a lot of n***az got they whole style from? (YEAH!) So what you actin for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this n***a sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all n***az like, "Damnit this n***a done done it again" I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't f** with none of you n***az I might pull out this gun on your n***az and rob every last one of you n***az [Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?) [Big L] I'm TIRED [Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad! [Bobbito] You wrote... yeah... you where.. you where thinkin' bout somebody when you wrote that right? [Big L] Nah, all my sh** like that, 'cause latley n***az been battlin' on the block latley [Bobbito] I could tell you wrote that ready for somebody [Big L] Yeah, yeah n***az been up on some... (sharpened up the swords) [Bobbito] You sharpened the pencils for that one [Big L] Aight let me kick some more sh** Aight, let me kick some more sh**, 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 sh** is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you But with that cheap sh**, 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**ed your little sister and that p**y was right That p**y was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers You f**in' 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 who*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***as can f** with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me We puff much izzy I do sh** that only tough men do And them cats you with f** 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 Can*l street, 10-karat-chain-a** n***a You got f**ed upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your bu*t take? I ran through every b**h in my path I was f**in' 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. [Big L] Eh yo i want y'all to check out ... ya know, two new singles comin' up (Bobbito:We can play somethin' right now, whats up?) "Size Em Up" ... "Ebonics"