Stretch & Bobbito ’98 lyrics

[Big L]
I got some new sh*t 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*t
Aight check it out

Yo, f*ck 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*tch
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*ck 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*ggas 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*ck more b*tches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
f*ckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never sh*t, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man sh*t
Do me a favor, please get off the next man di*k
And if you think I can't f*ck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no f*ck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up n*gga, 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 Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
f*ckin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that b*tch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of n*ggas 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*gga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'mma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all n*ggas like, "Damnit this n*gga 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*ck with none of you n*ggas
I might pull out this gun on your n*ggas
And rob every last one of you n*ggas
[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*t like that, cause lately n*ggas been battlin' on the block
Lately

[Bobbito]
I could tell you wrote that ready for somebody

[Big L]
Yeah, yeah n*ggas 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*t

Aight, let me kick some more sh*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 sh*t is hot like j*rk chicken, I should rob you
But with that cheap sh*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*gga swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid thing like that?
Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
Plus I f*cked your little sister and that pus*y was right
That pus*y was tight, grippin' my di*k like a pair of pliers
You f*ckin' 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas can f*ck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do sh*t that only tough men do
And them cats you with f*ck them too, I'll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass n*gga
No dough, always on the train-ass n*gga
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass n*gga
You got f*cked upstate, you cupcake
How many di*ks can your butt take?
I ran through every b*tch in my path
I was f*ckin' 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, n*gga, 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"