Word, check it out, check it out
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Check it out, bust it
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M.C.'s get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-session
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Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice. No question
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It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird
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that I'm feared, cuz my raps are roughed than a nappy beard
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I cook rappers like a chef
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I'm Def like Jeff, right to left
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My raps are badder than mornin breath
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For niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspect
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cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset
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Suckers I'm a stick of they start
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Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart
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You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones
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apart
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I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type
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When I strike the mic, niggaz be like, "Shorty hype!"
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I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ'
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You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L dick
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Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth
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Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
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I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches
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Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin school teachers
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1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through
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Fuck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu
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The Big L is an assassinator
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I grab the mag and leave a fag leakin like Activator
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I'm the nigga that you never even thought of beatin
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Black, white, or Puerto Rican
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I'm could slaughter each an'
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every crab M.C. that runs up when the battle comes up
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Gimme two thumbs up
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Peace
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Stretch & Bobbito '92 (Stretch Debut)
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| Big L |
