7 Minute Freestyle Lyrics - Big L

(Big L) 

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, niggaz 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 niggaz 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 

(Jay-Z) 

Brothers can beg and borrow 

Still feel sorrow 

When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass 

Better luck tomorrow 

I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush 

You need slow down, or get your ass 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 shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well 

Even if they won't let me in Heaven 

I raise hell, till its Heaven 

Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives 

Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me 

I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles 

As projected, all ho's affected by this style 

I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies 

But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies 

They don't be knowin the way I be flowin 

When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens 

I disrupt the natural scheme 

The way that you do things wit 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 be producing like jizm 

Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom 

For greater understanding 

I'm landing blows and 

Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha 

Enticin when slicing through tracks 

Your screaming, "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, fuck that 

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 will never come 

Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga 

I make moves, cause bowels to move 

When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes 

Um. We're the peace like Islam 

I make your eyes rise like yeast 

Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all 

Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars 

Emcee's trying to be the best 

And even in dying, couldn't be this def (death) 

I see no reason to stop cheesin 

Ever since L said "Throw three g's in" 

And we can get down and split the wealth 

That's when I found I could do it myself 

I get up 

(Big L) 

My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched 

Rappers I jack and lynch 

Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events 

Big L is the nigga you expect 

To catch wreck in any cassette deck 

I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet 

I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate 

My rap style is past great 

I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake 

I probably got your mommy strung 

Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung 

My clan plans to get Guillianni hung 

Never had a gassed head 

Got loot cause I stash bread 

Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead 

I stomp white cops till the life stops 

For a low price hops 

Cause my blood is colder than an ice box 

On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war 

Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor 

And every time a mack eleven bucks 

I'm killing 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 shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right 

So we can never be a couple hun 

Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum 

And clown emcee's I be attacking quick 

I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit 

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 reaching 

So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking 

Aight, back to my man Jay-Z