7 Minute Freestyle - Big L/JAY-Z.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : L. Coleman/S. Carter/L. Porter/R. Gordon/J. McPartland/M. McPartland
[00:00.261] Aight, big l, pardon the, uh, technical difficulties (check it out)
[00:05.369] Yeah, haha
[00:06.147] Check it out, aight (woo)
[00:09.528] Check it out
[00:10.396] If you wanna put your man on, too, you can do it together
[00:11.496] Aight, aight (yeah)
[00:12.495] I'ma set it off like this, check it out (it's too easy)
[00:14.433] Yo, check it
[00:15.017] {verse 1: big l, bobbito}
[00:15.373] Yo, i got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
[00:18.462] Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
[00:20.945] I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
[00:24.500] I never beg for pussy like keith sweat
[00:26.500] Is big l slow? hell no
[00:28.378] Bitches get f**ked on the roof when i ain't got no hotel dough
[00:31.781] I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' gats (woo)
[00:34.620] Leavin' token blacks with broken backs and open caps
[00:37.253] So with that bullsh*t, step to the rear, son
[00:39.641] The last thing you want with big l is a fair one (haha, yeah)
[00:42.392] 'cause in a street brawl i strike men like lightnin'
[00:45.064] You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? aight, then
[00:47.900] I beat kids with lead pipes, i leave trails of dead mics
[00:50.253] Where i'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
[00:53.122] Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
[00:55.692] And we live by the street rules that thugs created
[00:58.578] Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
[01:01.373] Front in this town and get a tec stuck down your throat
[01:03.589] I'm tellin' you sh*t is about to get drastic soon
[01:05.758] I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**ker like a plastic spoon
[01:09.191] I got the looks that make your hottie stare
[01:11.126] I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with knotty hair who gotti fear (haha)
[01:14.662] Tracks i'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost (come on)
[01:17.150] Props i own the most, i'm leavin' niggas comatose
[01:19.769] Front and get your brain pinched, big l will have your whole gang lynched
[01:22.989] I started smokin' dust and been insane since (woo)
[01:25.028] This rap sh*t was a great gift
[01:26.930] The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead facelift
[01:30.311] All through high school i had braids, i kept mad blades
[01:33.215] Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
[01:35.702] I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's great
[01:38.789] And i'm the nigga police hate in each state
[01:40.974] 'cause i'm the neighborhood lamper, punk brother vamper
[01:43.640] F**k around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
[01:46.261] Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound
[01:48.736] I'm from a wild town, you know my style, clown, so bow down
[01:51.804] {interlude: big l, bobbito, jay-z}
[01:52.368] Word up (say what, say what?)
[01:53.186] '95 style (yeah)
[01:55.657] I got my man jay-z here (jay-z)
[01:58.207] Step up to the mic
[01:59.626] Check, check, check it out now
[02:01.062] {verse 2: jay-z, bobbito}
[02:01.929] Ayo, brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow
[02:04.813] When jay-z, like zorro, get in that a**, better luck tomorrow
[02:07.618] I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
[02:09.854] You need to slow down or get yo' a** tore down
[02:12.838] Check it out, i'm too cocky, to stop me you gotta kill me
[02:15.660] And when i'm gone, you can still feel me, on the real, b
[02:18.311] The sh*t is eternal, i rock the heavens well
[02:20.299] Even if they won't let me in heaven, i raise hell 'til it's heaven
[02:23.617] Recognize the black cat with the nine lives (uh)
[02:26.093] Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me (woo)
[02:28.740] I'm poppin' cristal, shootin' game like missiles
[02:31.359] As projected, all hoes affected by this style (haha, haha)
[02:34.004] I mack like goldie, go back like the oldie, but the goodie
[02:37.332] Pullin' r&b bitches, wearin' hoodies
[02:39.585] They don't be knowin' the way i be flowin'
[02:41.418] When i be goin', i be runnin' the track like jesse owens
[02:44.857] I disrupt the natural scheme
[02:46.490] The way that you do things with a swing and have 'em rockin' like...
[02:49.528] You say never you run, if ever you come
[02:52.262] It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
[02:55.400] Come on and ride the rhythm, i produce like jism
[02:57.786] Just like the gods i start with knowledge then follow with wisdom
[03:00.756] For greater understandin', i'm landin' blows and
[03:03.778] Knockin' sense into those that oppose me, ha
[03:06.209] Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
[03:07.847] You're screamin' "jesus christ, he's back!" and god knows he can rap
[03:10.832] Me and l put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap
[03:13.800] And me, i just take mine, gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, f**k that (haha)
[03:16.737] You never see me stressed, in a gs
[03:18.704] On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
[03:21.993] Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal
[03:24.727] Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
[03:27.213] So you know, beatin' me'll never come
[03:29.504] Like a nun or tomorrow, i'm too thorough, nigga
[03:32.687] I make moves, cause bowels to move
[03:34.861] When i'm creepin' through your way with a thousand little dudes
[03:37.725] Armed with a piece like islam
[03:39.595] I make your eyes rise like yeast, surprise
[03:42.299] I feel no fear when facing y'all
[03:45.319] Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
[03:48.337] Mcs tryin' to be the best
[03:50.788] And even in dyin' couldn't be this def (jay-z, jay-z)
[03:53.504] I see no reason to stop cheesin'
[03:56.057] Ever since l said, "throw three g's in" (haha)
[03:58.874] And we can get down and split the wealth
[04:01.562] That's when i found i could do it myself, i get up (yeah)
[04:04.550] {interlude: jay-z, bobbito, big l}
[04:05.582] Word life
[04:07.132] Big l, try that mic out
[04:08.150] One, two, check it
[04:09.204] {verse 3: big l, bobbito}
[04:09.238] Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
[04:11.891] Rappers i jack and lynch, nobody can f**k with the way i be killin' them sh*ts in rap events
[04:15.094] Big l is the nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
[04:17.988] I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
[04:20.208] I'm feelin' like billy bathgate, my rap style is past great
[04:22.927] I love to f**k a bitch from the back and watch her a** shake
[04:25.547] I probably got your mommy strung, niggas hear me and take more notes than connie chung
[04:29.000] My clan plans to get giuliani hung
[04:30.947] Never had a gassed head, got loot 'cause i stash bread
[04:33.482] Try to tax and i'ma beat your faggot-a** half-dead
[04:36.135] I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops
[04:39.457] 'cause my blood is colder than a ice box
[04:41.558] On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
[04:43.961] 'cause my crew'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
[04:46.799] And every time my mac-11 bucks i'm killin' at least seven ducks
[04:50.233] I never was a follower of reverend butts
[04:52.086] The bitch type i dislike, i'm rougher than a fist fight
[04:54.809] All chicks ain't sh*t, ain't no such thing as miss right
[04:57.428] So we can never be a couple, hun
[04:59.659] F**k love, all i got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum (yeah)
[05:03.315] And clown mcs i be attackin' quick
[05:04.900] I'm on some rappin' sh*t and some car-jackin' sh*t
[05:07.236] I ran up on this nigga name mac in a black ac'
[05:10.240] And put the gat to his cap, click-clack, sorry, jack, but get up out of that
[05:13.624] My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
[05:16.458] I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
[05:18.827] He didn't listen to what i was speakin'
[05:20.895] He started reachin', so i left him sleepin' with his temple leakin', aight?
[05:25.058] {interlude: big l, jay-z}
[05:25.471] Back to my man jay-z one time
[05:32.106] Yeah, we wanna hear this joint
[05:33.705] Check it out, uh
[05:34.790] {verse 4: jay-z & bobbito}
[05:35.106] As soon as i grab it, i eat it up like a savage
[05:37.660] And no i don't have it
[05:38.543] I get it together like a marriage
[05:40.181] I'm seekin' all rappers, i'm on my p's and q's and carrots
[05:42.969] Y'all don't understand, well, goddamn, don't y'all know my status?
[05:45.518] I'm flowin' the fattest, mmm, that is, mmm, i'm the baddest
[05:48.186] No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters
[05:50.756] For suckers who bite me, they find i'm a bit much to swallow
[05:53.391] You're thinkin' that's hollow
[05:54.706] The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow
[05:56.139] It hit you like bam, biggity-bam, bam, biggity-bam
[05:59.104] Take a little breath… goddamn (ha)
[06:01.960] The kid is a wizard
[06:02.724] I'm definitely destined to make eight digits
[06:04.710] Met up with ls on the road to riches
[06:06.783] As soon as i step up, nah, whenever i'm in the—
[06:09.127] Uh, whatever i touch, whatever i clutch
[06:10.796] You know i'm gonna end ya
[06:12.114] Uh, the nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey, ha
[06:16.668] Here i come a-g-g-gain, run, up-up-up in
[06:19.687] Niggas are du-do-duckin', i'm boo-boo-buckin', f**k it, i'm wild (woo)
[06:22.758] But a boo-boo-boo-bam
[06:23.881] What you niggas gonna do to the man?
[06:25.559] I see you brought your little crew… and?
[06:28.112] I'm still comin' with velocity (ha-ha)
[06:29.931] Check it out, jid-a, id-a, wid-i, zid-e, eh-heh
[06:33.217] Ain't none of these clowns f**kin' around
[06:35.420] Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground
[06:37.053] With the crown prince of the underground
[06:38.628] Sounds like i'm ready to catch wreck now
[06:40.563] The heat's on, sweat now
[06:41.698] Jay-z's on, be gone to the next town
[06:43.618] Punk, jump up and get beat down
[06:45.101] Check it out, check it out, check it out
[06:46.503] Ladies be comin' outta their seats now
[06:47.672] Sh*t, i got crazy skills
[06:49.411] It's a pity the way i'm rippin' rugged rhythm through the city
[06:52.141] Like dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-ditty
[06:54.601] I got rhythm, i hit 'em with rhythm, i
[06:57.214] Hit 'em and split 'em, i did 'em, i get rid of them guys
[06:59.854] J-a, baby, baby please, give me g's
[07:02.473] Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch jay-z get crazy g's
[07:05.387] {outro: jay-z, bobbito}
[07:05.927] Yeah, ha, tired, too
[07:09.847] Boom, not yet, hahaha

文本歌词

作曲 : L. Coleman/S. Carter/L. Porter/R. Gordon/J. McPartland/M. McPartland
Aight, big l, pardon the, uh, technical difficulties (check it out)
Yeah, haha
Check it out, aight (woo)
Check it out
If you wanna put your man on, too, you can do it together
Aight, aight (yeah)
I'ma set it off like this, check it out (it's too easy)
Yo, check it
{verse 1: big l, bobbito}
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 f**ked on the roof when i ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' gats (woo)
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 (haha, yeah)
'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 mics
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 folks are 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**ker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with knotty hair who gotti fear (haha)
Tracks i'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost (come on)
Props i own the most, i'm leavin' niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched, big l will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since (woo)
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 nigga police hate in each state
'cause i'm the neighborhood lamper, punk brother vamper
F**k 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
{interlude: big l, bobbito, jay-z}
Word up (say what, say what?)
'95 style (yeah)
I got my man jay-z here (jay-z)
Step up to the mic
Check, check, check it out now
{verse 2: jay-z, bobbito}
Ayo, brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow
When jay-z, like zorro, get in that a**, better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
You need to slow down or get yo' a** tore down
Check it out, i'm too cocky, to stop me you gotta kill me
And when i'm gone, you can still feel me, on the real, b
The sh*t is eternal, i rock the heavens well
Even if they won't let me in heaven, i raise hell 'til it's heaven
Recognize the black cat with the nine lives (uh)
Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me (woo)
I'm poppin' cristal, shootin' game like missiles
As projected, all hoes affected by this style (haha, haha)
I mack like goldie, go back like the oldie, but the goodie
Pullin' r&b bitches, wearin' hoodies
They don't be knowin' the way i be flowin'
When i be goin', i be runnin' the track like jesse owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things with a swing and have 'em rockin' like...
You say never you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm, i produce like jism
Just like the gods i start with knowledge then follow with wisdom
For greater understandin', i'm landin' blows and
Knockin' sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
You're screamin' "jesus christ, he's back!" and god knows he can rap
Me and l put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap
And me, i just take mine, gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, f**k that (haha)
You never see me stressed, in a gs
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, beatin' me'll never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, i'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When i'm creepin' through your way with a thousand little dudes
Armed with a piece like islam
I make your eyes rise like yeast, surprise
I feel no fear when facing y'all
Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Mcs tryin' to be the best
And even in dyin' couldn't be this def (jay-z, jay-z)
I see no reason to stop cheesin'
Ever since l said, "throw three g's in" (haha)
And we can get down and split the wealth
That's when i found i could do it myself, i get up (yeah)
{interlude: jay-z, bobbito, big l}
Word life
Big l, try that mic out
One, two, check it
{verse 3: big l, bobbito}
Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers i jack and lynch, nobody can f**k with the way i be killin' them sh*ts in rap events
Big l is the nigga 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**k a bitch from the back and watch her a** shake
I probably got your mommy strung, niggas 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 faggot-a** half-dead
I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops
'cause my blood is colder than a ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
'cause my crew'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time my mac-11 bucks i'm killin' at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of reverend butts
The bitch 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**k love, all i got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum (yeah)
And clown mcs i be attackin' quick
I'm on some rappin' sh*t and some car-jackin' sh*t
I ran up on this nigga name mac in a black ac'
And put the gat to his cap, click-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', aight?
{interlude: big l, jay-z}
Back to my man jay-z one time
Yeah, we wanna hear this joint
Check it out, uh
{verse 4: jay-z & bobbito}
As soon as i grab it, i eat it up like a savage
And no i don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
I'm seekin' all rappers, i'm on my p's and q's and carrots
Y'all don't understand, well, goddamn, don't y'all know my status?
I'm flowin' the fattest, mmm, that is, mmm, i'm the baddest
No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters
For suckers who bite me, they find i'm a bit much to swallow
You're thinkin' that's hollow
The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow
It hit you like bam, biggity-bam, bam, biggity-bam
Take a little breath… goddamn (ha)
The kid is a wizard
I'm definitely destined to make eight digits
Met up with ls on the road to riches
As soon as i step up, nah, whenever i'm in the—
Uh, whatever i touch, whatever i clutch
You know i'm gonna end ya
Uh, the nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey, ha
Here i come a-g-g-gain, run, up-up-up in
Niggas are du-do-duckin', i'm boo-boo-buckin', f**k it, i'm wild (woo)
But a boo-boo-boo-bam
What you niggas gonna do to the man?
I see you brought your little crew… and?
I'm still comin' with velocity (ha-ha)
Check it out, jid-a, id-a, wid-i, zid-e, eh-heh
Ain't none of these clowns f**kin' around
Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground
With the crown prince of the underground
Sounds like i'm ready to catch wreck now
The heat's on, sweat now
Jay-z's on, be gone to the next town
Punk, jump up and get beat down
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Ladies be comin' outta their seats now
Sh*t, i got crazy skills
It's a pity the way i'm rippin' rugged rhythm through the city
Like dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-ditty
I got rhythm, i hit 'em with rhythm, i
Hit 'em and split 'em, i did 'em, i get rid of them guys
J-a, baby, baby please, give me g's
Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch jay-z get crazy g's
{outro: jay-z, bobbito}
Yeah, ha, tired, too
Boom, not yet, hahaha