Stretch & Bobbito ’92 lyrics

[Intro]
Word, check it out, check it out
Check it out, bust it

[Verse]
MCs get taught a lesson when the mic is in my possession
Rap's my profession, L is nice, no question
It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird
That I'm feared 'cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard
I cook rappers like a chef, I'm Def like Jef
Right to left, my raps are badder than mornin breath
For n*ggas deaths I'm the number one suspect
'Cause I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset
Suckers I'm a stiggedy star, breakin 'em up and then takin their heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be ripping the microphones apart
I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type
When I strike the mic, n*ggas be like, "Shorty hype!"
I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ'
You sayin L's this and L's that, get off L di*k
Rhymes I create and knock out your gold tooth
Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think they motherf*cking school teachers
1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through
f*ck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu
The Big L is an assassinator
I grab the mag and leave a fag leaking like Activator
I'm the n*gga that you never even thought of beating
Black, white, or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each an'
Every crab MC that runs up when the battle comes up
Gimme two thumbs up
Peace