Stretch and Bobbito ’96 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Bobbito & Big L]
Can I get my sneakers back?
This is the Stretch Armstrong Show
DJ Eclipse on the wheels
My man Big L, what's up baby?
Yeah what up, what up, what up?
Just chillin' and sh*t
Aight, brought a couple of your heads down
Yeah, yeah
As usual
No doubt
My man Gruff ain't show up though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Big up to Gruff, Mike Boogie, Trooper J, Thadius
You know what I'm sayin'? Next time, make it, word up
What happened? They—they missin' in action?
Yeah, they missin' in action, word up
But I still brought the Harlem Dynasty here
Word up, we're gon' do it
The Harlem Dynasty?
Yeah
Children of the Corn, COC
Children of the Corn
Yeah, yeah
8 Iz Enuff
No doubt
Might have to do another write up in Rap Pages about this one
Yeah, yeah
Last one was classic, man
Yeah we got some sh*t, we got some sh*t—
Last one was classic
Oh yeah, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt
Last one was a classic
Aight, word up
And then you brought up Jay-Z
Yeah, yeah
You know you had some classic—yeah, classic—
Well, this is a classic night actually anyway because (Aight) if you didn't hear before, this our last broadcast out of—out of Ferris Booth Hall, we're movin' to Riverside Church next week
Aight
So, uh, actually we're not gonna be havin' guests for a while, so (Aight) we're gonna try and go out of this building with a bang
No doubt, no doubt
So without further ado, I don't really wanna talk too much
'Cause I know the microphone (Yeah, yeah) is on
Aight
And that's my word is bond
Yeah, yeah, yeah we gon' drop some sh*t like this
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out
Big L
Yo check it
[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo check it yo here's another smooth song, so get your groove on
Violate or try to fake jack and you’ll get moved on
Peace to all my n*ggas with the thousand dollar jewels on
Pushing rides with four lift minks with gator shoes on
I am known for rockin tours, picture me moppin floors
Only f*ck with keys and not the kind that be locking doors
The type of n*gga that be gaming your freaks
While you out working hard, I'm putting stains in your sheets
Exportin Coogi and Gucci, that's my duty
f*ck a big booty groupie
Need a fruity, cutie hoochie with lots of loot G
This goes out to my n*ggas uptown, downtown, midtown across town and out of town
I be the mic horker, rap enforcer
Native New Yorker, slick talker, beat walker stalker
You remember me, when I put it on with the Kid Capri
Mr. MVP is back to take over the industry (Big L)
My cash flow don't get low it just increase
Who ever try to take mines a rest in peace
I keep a stoned look, peace to every known crook
Not those who go to jail and can't hold their own and come home shook
On 139 and Lennox n*ggas are bananas, we got bad manners
Cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us
But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes
I am large like the great lakes, with drug spots in eight states
I'm chillin makin sure this money is right
Sippin Sunny Delight, hittin every honey in site
And I wanna smoke Pataki and Rudolph Gulie like a wooley
I keep a tooley for any moody who act fooley
What I recite be taking hours to write
So if you bite, just tell your man what type of flowers you like
So bloodshed, aiiyo my, mellow my n*gga
Get on the mic and pull the MC trigger
[Verse 2: Bloodshed]
Yo bloods out for president when I roll threw your residence
Your hesitant is it because you know I represent
Harlem, USA n*gga ain't nothin to say or do
f*ck around, I'll slay your crew
Your baby, boo and maybe you
'Cause we dismiss crews
Me and these six dudes
Front and I'll leave your clique bruised
And take your thick jewels straight to the pawn shop
My dome just blast like a bomb dropped
My n*ggas I ran through
With n*ggas I ain't
And n*ggas I planned to
That's word to Gran du', b*tch
I'll leave you broke-r than a faggot's wrist
I'll leave your maggot twist
And send you to a maggot-tress
To get your maggot fixed
So if, n*ggas wanna bring the drama on
Killa and Blood the best duo since Ralph Sampson and Olajuwon
In the 600 with mo-mos
Blunted friends with .44s
Po-pos pullin' a n*gga over like they loco
Maybe it's just my time, horse
Or is it just 'cause I'm the crime boss
And swines is mad, 'cause every dime costs
Blood's the bad influence that you proud of (WOOO)
Wettin' n*ggas up like showers
Sellin' crack, smack and powders (yeah)
Jewels gigantic; ice flooded like the Titanic
Cash expandin', flashin' four grand and stash it in ceramic
And keep it in my crime family
Glaciars of ice 'cause life ain't nothin' but papers and dice and frontin'
I used to profit slower-ly (OH)
n*ggas ain't know of me
Plus, none of the older Gs
Ever thought I would grow to be
The cash gettin', math flippin'
Soakin' in a bath while ass strippin'
Gettin' blast' thinkin' of past victims (Rochelle)
I know it ain't hard to see, sonny
This nino, inside the 320
Killa, new jacks and G money
Mase Murda on my left
[Interlude: Murda Mase]
Yeah, turn me up
Turn me up
[Bloodshed]
What you gonna do? Kill this sh*t to f*ckin' death
[Murda Mase]
Turn me up, Bobbito
Yo, turn me up
[Bobbito]
There's a knob right underneath the table
[Murda Mase]
Yo, turn me up, yo I'm about to flow
Yeah, turn me up, yo

[Verse 3: Murda Mase]
Ayo, f*ck wearin' the fly sh*t Versace wear (Versace wear)
Real n*ggas dress in Guess; that's who got me here
And in the summer I drink a Perrier
Listen in Mary J, even when it's a heatwave
We still smoke erryday (erryday)
Sit with men
Puff a spliff and then
Start to visionin'
Me wearin' ice, the Rollie watch is made in Switzerland
My migo chicko tryna see mo' c-notes
So when he go, his kids have cheddar like Doritos
Be set, every month they can see cheques
My n*ggas; them even f*ck with a GS3 Lex (yeah)
Yo, I'm tryna see Harlem become a dynasty (Dynasty)
So my clique can shine with me (shine with me)
Should Jahova come and say a time for me (what)
Crew fair, but I won't be around for New Year
So I chill, without a deal, still rock the Wu Wear
And do whatever, to help Harlem have they rulin' era
And have the loot forever
Drivin' six coupes and better (Murda Mase)
Hard to hit; got a garage full of whips (Yeah)
Large and rich like them cats from The Godfather flicks (THE GODFATHER FLICKS, WHAT)
I make dough
Stay low
Take those
Ados (ADOS)
For yayo (WHAT)
Pace those (THOSE)
Cados (WHAT)
We pay rolls (WOOO)
My shortie; Audrey had the mean 740 (740)
The more we had a orgy
Want to leave her husband for me (FOR ME)
I make the cash (CASH)
Put it straight in the stash (STASH)
Never smoke laced hash
And wonder eight and a half (EIGHT AND A HALF)
I know some short hoes that snort Os in them porthole
And sport gold with more ice than the North Pole (THAN THE NORTH POLE)
So hand them chips to Norge management
I got plans to get the land and the 6
Mecca to the floor like no man you met before
Sexin' you raw like hoes from Ecuador
My b*tch be the bomb
With the wits and charm
Slip a mickey in your don for f*ckin' with Nicky Barnes (WITH NICKY BARNES, n*ggA)
We sold bricks, dough or flip, we hold chips
Rock gold and glitz on the Motorola flip
Even my daughter, wanna be my Kim Porter
Spendin' cheese like water
Whippin' 3 and a quarter (WHIPPIN' 3 AND A QUARTER)
The whole shabang
You know how Mase be doin' game
Gettin' head from b*tches and don't even know they name (you know what time it is n*gga)
I know cats
That hold plaques
Their gold ak'
Got stole back
By low jack (BY LOW JACK)
Them n*ggas ain't never gettin' dough back (f*ck 'EM n*ggA)
And if you was upstate in the greenies, you probably seen me
I'm Murda aka Mr. Mussolini
So Killa Kam, you know my mellow, my n*gga (my n*gga)
Just get on the mic and squeeze the emcee trigger BLAOW!

[Interlude: Killa Cam]
Let me stop this real quick before I even, rhyme you knowhatimsayin?
Word to mother, b
Nobody could really even f*ck with us, b
I'm Killa Kam muthaf*cka
From the East side
My way uptown, peace, shoutout to my man Jesus
My man Letho, these whole C.O.C. n*ggas, you knowhatimsayin?
And I'm about to drop some real sh*t for y'all n*ggas, b
And I'mma tell y'all n*ggas just like this
Check it out
Check it like this

[Verse 4: Killa Cam]
Yo, these girls got me laughin'
Out here actin' like they gassin'
But we make cash then, stash our muchalo
Some do follow, but they hollow
It's about today; f*ck tomorrow
And I ain't got no sorrow
For these snitches
Only thugs guardin' these riches
My mouth f*ckin' new RnB b*tches
I know at least 3 chicks
I get for they G bricks
Turn they little ass out, shine on they remix
Drivin' in they V6, all decked out
Missin' all they shows 'cause I got 'em stressed out
And I'm tryna duck a 2-6, from boostin' bricks
And loot for tricks? Ayo, you got to be stupid b*tch
They the ones we get for cash
di*k & dash; stick & pass
Can't count how many chicks I've gassed
They be like "Cam, propose to me!"
Woah, it's me, I ain't dreamin' that they close to me
Masturbatin' to Jodeci
But soon as I get her; hit her, split her
When ass shine like glitter; KY inside the sh*tter
And they want the di*k, give 'em a taste so they squirm
Leave 'em Mase so they learn, with a face full of sperm
And I lick the clitty, not the sh*tty (HAHAHAHA)
But quickly, get busy
Not too picky, don't got to be jiggy
Just buy a fifty and I'll f*ck a hoe 'til she c*m
Now she try to act high like she don't know what she done
Now she got amnesia, but you know how that honey goes
Don't sweat it n*gga, laugh at them funny hoes! (HAHAHAHA)
'Cause I let they mother know, "I ain't they lover tho"
Soon as I bust a nut, I'm on the phone with another hoe
You knowhatimsayin?
That's how we do that sh*t

[Interlude: Beef Tha Thief]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn me up a little Bobbito
Turn me up a little bit
[Killa Kam]
Yeah, turn my man Beef up
[Beef Tha Thief]
This Beef Tha Thief
[Bobbito]
There's a knob- there's a knob underneath the- the table
[Killa Kam]
You knowhatimsayin?
C.O.C. n*ggas
Uptown n*ggas
[Beef Tha Thief]
1, 2
[Killa Kam]
What n*gga?!
[Bloodshed]
Big L!
[Killa Kam]
What n*ggas?!
What n*gga?!
n*ggas can't f*ck with us, Beef
Drop that sh*t, baby
Drop that sh*t, baby
[Beef Tha Thief]
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
[Killa Kam]
Drop that sh*t, baby
Drop that sh*t, baby
[Beef Tha Thief]
This Beef Tha Thief from B.B.O
Word up
[Killa Kam]
Word up
[Beef Tha Thief]
Check it, check it
[Killa Kam]
Rhyme again after this too, word up
[Beef Tha Thief]
Yeah check it
Yeah, yo, yeah

[Verse 5: Beef Tha Thief]
It all started as a drug game
I used to mug for fame
And put slugs in dames
To get my thuggin' name
And so I started snipin' fast
When n*ggas see me, they get hype and dash (WHAT)
Because I'm out to get some type of cash (AIIGHT)
And yo I want to see my cashflow
In this ghetto you gotta last, yo
I watch my hash grow
So I can stash dough
And if a n*gga wanna start with me
He know he don't want no parts of me
I'll bring my squad with me
And slit your arteries (YEAH)
I only puff the spliff for stress
When I blast my Smith-N-Wess'
Riff and get blessed
Stay lifted from the sess, n*gga
While my peoples sellin' weed and drugs
I defeated thugs
With heat and slugs
If a n*gga front, I greet his mug (YEAH)
In fact, I keep a hundred hoes
And I only run with those
With thunder blows
Hidden in they underclothes, n*gga
And n*ggas know I roll with Murda Mase
We known to hurt and waste
Alert your race
And when we do; desert the place
Now they got my ass in bars (What?)
With 50 little slashin' scars (SCARS)
It was for dimes, plus the cash in cars (YEAH)
If you pose a threat and flee
You better be in my pedigree (PEDIGREE)
Or on the floor's where your head'll be (HEAD'LL BE)
Me and my peeps just sold in streets and holdin' heats (HEATS)
We rollin' deep (DEEP)
In Lexus Coupes and stolen Jeeps, check it (JEEPS)
Most n*ggas let off the pounds and Glocks
Cops hear the sounds of shots
Surround the block
Controllin' sh*t around the clock
And I'mma keep peelin' guns
Until I'm feelin' funds
And once the deal is done
I'm guarunteed to be four-wheelin' son
And it's my dream, black
To see my team stack
By sellin' fiends cracks
To get the green back
And push the mean aks
And the word I give
Is not conservative
Growin' up a urban kid
I realised we need the herb to live
And be in trouble use
We let a couple loose
From the double-deuce (DOUBLE-DEUCE)
Leavin' shells and feathers from your bubble goose
Stay on the low yo 'cause po-po
Be actin' loco and robo that's why I keep the .44
Yeah, Beef Tha Thief from B.B.O

[Interlude: Killa Kam]
Yeah, you knowhatimsayin?
Yo f*ck this, this Killa Kam again
[Beef Tha Thief]
Yeah
[Bobbito]
B.B.O. Enterprises
[Killa Kam]
You knowhatimsayin?
f*ck that
[Beef Tha Thief]
No doubt
[Killa Kam]
I'm about to rhyme again n*gga
C.O.C. n*gga, C.O.C. n*gga
And this Killa Kam
I'm about to tell you how this sh*t go down, baby
One more time
Now check it

[Verse 6: Killa Cam]
I went to Texas; lethal
Caught wreck with people
Who have been checked and infected with evil (KAM HIT HER)
Cherished regal, favourite bird; Desert Eagle
Killa slices, colder than ISIS; one of the trifest (NICEST)
Hype as the shysters, y'all run like mices in a crisis
You never hear nobody did me in
I be in Lebannon with the Libyans (what)
Islands that's Carribean (yeah)
I ain't no f*ckin' Shabba y'all
I got money piles tall
Sellin' big, thousand all
Crack, smack, Tylenol
'Cause all I got is fat options
On 31's is what I wrap rocks in (WRAP ROCKS IN)
In '89 when I was slapboxing (SLAPBOXING)
Now blocks; I'm padlockin' (PADLOCKIN')
And gat c*ckin', and cap poppin'
Doin' drive-bys out the black Datsun (BLACK DATSUN)
I ain't little, but viscious
Guns; no misses
Ya feel me, kisses and wishes (*MWAH*)
'Fore I break you up like dishes (BREAK 'EM DOWN KILLA)
f*ck the bosses
My force is and toss is (WHAT)
To kill all your sources (WHAT)
Y'all n*ggas best be cautious (YEAH)
No losses, my fortress
Is Jaguars and Porsches (KILLA KAM WHAT!)
Ride the OTB to check my money on the horses (uh)
My office is flawless (C.O.C. n*gga)
My block; one of the broadest
Off the main attraction for them whiney-ass tourists
But I torches and scorches
Without no remorses
Leave they bloody body to be found in Mount Morris
Harlem leave 'em scoreless
I'll shoot ya b*tch and leave you broad-less
So if you want, we can start the static like a cordless (Yeah n*gga)
n*ggas that got me through tho
You know uptown my Papi Chulos
'84 they used to rock Menudo (WHAT)
Up in they sight where they be startin' them fights
And them Dominican Republic known as Washington Heights
'Til you guard and you're fright'
That's where they slam the cops (EASTSIDE n*ggA)
Grand from Pap'; my fam would spot (WHAT)
Helped me get the rocks; hundred grams we copped (WOOOOO)
So here; we demand our props
Handle blocks, never shammed no shots
Scammed they blocks for they whole fifty grand and knots
Nobody runs my '5-0 and run' time
From gun crimes 'cause sc*m dimes
Lay low 'til the sun shine
Ain't tryna be no suspect
From when me and Gruff met
We tough decks and bluff sets
That thought they was roughnecks
So further your car, you won't get far; pop my trunk faster
Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster

[Interlude: Murda Mase]
Yeah n*gga
Yo, you know me
I be O-T low-key (LOW-KEY)
Icy Rollie, puff on the oz. (MURDA, WHAT MURDA)
Icy Rolex, f*ck it (YEAH)
I'mma bring it from the top
Yeah n*gga, we gon' drop
Just like
{Men vs. Many beat drops in}
f*ck that, gimme anything (anything)
We can drop anything (yeah, we gon' drop)
Anything, yo

[Verse 7: Murda Mase]
Ayo, I represent them n*ggas that be doggin' them tricks (TRICKS)
So if you's a real man, don't be hoggin' yo b*tch (YO b*tch)
Get the sex, (SEX) then kick her out like your ex (YOUR EX)
She wouldn't f*ck wit' you if you didn't have the Lex' (DIDN'T HAVE THE LEX')
It make no sense how hoes lamp gettin' bent (BENT)
f*ckin' in the house where they man pay the rent (PAY THE RENT)
So if you got sexy hoe, let her go, you never know (YOU NEVER KNOW)
For the cheddar, yo, she might be givin' head for dough (WOOO)
I flip stacks and get that, big black '96 ak ('96 AK)
Then go to my ex' house and ask for all my sh*t back (ASK FOR ALL MY sh*t BACK)
You used to mean a lot
I gave you cream to shop
Bought you everything you got
From yo jeans to the watch (WOOO)
I even let the b*tch whip the beamer out the lot
And now it's all over, want my things in the box (BOX)
You think you're so slick, but I see through y'all
That's why I tell my man Kam to bring the U-Haul (BRING THE U-HAUL, I GOTCHU)
Who need you? (NEED YA?)
Y'all don't need me, I don't need you neither (f*ck HER)
That's why my next Lex' gon' be a two-seater (GON' BE A TWO-SEATER)
sh*t I used to do for you
Had you lookin' beautiful
But now you sayin' f*ck me
So now I'm feelin' mutual (yeah)
How you expect me to respect you
When you in the club lookin' sexual
Doin' sh*t my ex do (yeah)
You know I peeped ya
All you do is smoke reefer (SMOKE REEFER)
When I go O-T, you always blowin' up my beeper (f*ck THAT b*tch)
I'mma be the King
Have my only Queen
On the beach, in g-string
Lettin' n*ggas see things
We ain't together (TOGETHER)
Don't worry about who's seein' my cheddar
You never call to see how I'm doin'
You worried about who I'm screwin' (f*ck THAT b*tch)
You thought you dissed me, but you got dissed in the end
Now I'm twistin' your friends and drivin' the biggest Benz
Since the day I left you always stayed in debt
Now you got to save your cheques just to get a Avirex (HAHAHA BUM b*tch)
Do it all? Yo, I'mma still go to the mall
And trick on another chick to show you I don't love you b*tch

[Verse 8: Killa Cam]
Yo, we's about to rush this (uh)
Cats out for justice (what)
Cracks; yeah we crush this
Gats; yeah we bust this
You got me, I'm every bodiqua's papi
Without the Versace
Girls still clock me
And watch me
5-0; always tryna knock me, they lock me
But they know that they can't stop me
Perfect-y, check me
Rollin' in a sexy, 400 SE jet-black Lexy
Edible
Sex-able
Runnin' from these federals
Catch me; they never will
Kam too incredible, respectable
Pad locked
Dead cops
Mad rocks
From mad blocks
Gat-c*cked
Now we get mad props
Treamy
White girl's sayin' that I'm dreamy
In they bikini
Claim they wanna see me
Used to rock a beanie
Me and Mussolini (WHAT)
Bought up Tashinis
When he came from the greenies (ah)
Mugs shed
When I'm in the beamer with Bloodshed (BLOODSHED)
Ride right past jake
Go get our ass ate
From tuchus, hookers
Yeah, they some lookers
But when it's time to pay
They gon' say they shook us
Like Sandra, conned her
For a pair of farmers
And mad ganja
Took her alantra (ALANTRA)
On my di*k
Ain't another b*tch fonder (FONDER)
But I wear two hats (ha)
I don't wanna catch the monster (THE MONSTER)
Knowhatimsayin?

[Interlude: Bloodshed]
Knowhatimsayin?
[Killa Kam]
That's Killa Kam and that's my last time for tonight
[Bloodshed]
Yo, yo
Check it out
Check it out
[Killa Kam]
It's my cous-
Watch my cousin Bloodshed
[Bobbito]
Bloodshed'll wrap it up
[Killa Kam]
This the fam-alam
[Bloodshed]
Wrap it up
Wrap it up, yo

[Verse 9: Bloodshed]
Yo, I run with wild cats like Villa Nova
You'll smoke cracks and kill Jahova
'Fore you bump into this villain sober
Causin' the controversy that n*ggas be illin' over
Then have the children who be chillin' in your building killin'
My skills is priceless like hidden scriptures from Hitler
And if I'm out to get ya
Give your mom's a picture 'cause she'll miss ya
I roll with sniffers that annihilate
So if you try and violate
I'll have you under pressure like a trial date
Even if you tried, you couldn't get with it
The last n*gga that died was crucified with his sh*t splitted
I pour the bless so all the sess can go in
Plus my tec be blowin' so hard it leave fast and large intestines showin'
God got beef to go ahead, try and set it
But don't act sweetie
You'll get beat 'cause I can't stand you like a diabetic
Peace to hustlers
With integer-ers and cellulars
And 180 scars across they jaws and they jugulars
Bloodshed C.O.C

[Interlude: Murda Mase]
Yo yo yo
[Bobbito]
Bloodshed
[Murda Mase]
Yo, my man Killa Kam in this b*tch
[Killa Kam]
No doubt
[Murda Mase]
C.O.C., what y'all n*ggas want?
Bags in this b*tch
[Killa Kam]
Lenox Ave
[Murda Mase]
Got my n*ggas B.B.O
[Killa Kam]
Uptown
[Big L]
Yeah yeah
[Murda Mase]
NFL for life n*gga
[Killa Kam]
B.B.O. NFL C.O.C
[Murda Mase]
My man Mase up in here
[Big L]
Yeah yeah
[Killa Kam]
Knowhatimsayin?
[Murda Mase]
Killa Kam, Jesus
Eat yours
[Killa Kam]
My man Big Rich
[Murda Mase]
Super Sam
My n*gga Cool da Black Threat
[SUPER SAM]
SUPER SAM
[Killa Kam]
You knowhatimsayin?
[Murda Mase]
My man Letho, Beef Tha Thief
White Bread
[Big L]
139 & Lenox; The Danger Zone
[Murda Mase]
139 & Lenox
Harlem on the rise, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas want it
[Bobbito]
Alright brothers
[Murda Mase]
Y'all can get it
[Big L]
Ayo yo yo yo
I can't forget my n*gga Big Twan either
[Murda Mase]
Even assume these schools, f*ck it!
[Big L]
Ayo give a n*gga a call Twan, word up
Yo, I can't forget my man Buddah Bless
Word up the whole Harlem, one love
[Bobbito]
There it is
B.B.O. Enterprises
[Big L]
Diggin' in the Crates
One love

[Outro: Bobbito]
D.I.T.C
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My man DJ Eclipse is on the wheels
He got a lot more joints for you
So we gon' get back into the music
My name is Kool Bob Love
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One L