7 Minute Freestyle Lyrics

7 Minute Freestyle lyrics

Yo check it,

I got slugz for snitches,

No love for bitchez,

Puttin thugz in ditchez when ma trigger finger itchez,

I got a rep to make police jet 

Known to get a pre-sweat - I never back from pussy like keith's sweat,

Is big L slow hell no!

bitches get fucked on tha roof when i aint got no hotel dough,

Im known for joke and jacks,

and beatin over smokin gats, 

leavin tokin blacks,

with broken backs and open caps,

so with that bullshit step to the rear son,

the last thing u want with big l is a fair one,

coz in a street brawl,

i slice men like lightnin,

u seen what happened in my last fight then ? ight then,

i beat kids with lead pipes,

i leave a trail of dead mics,

where i'm from niggaz, jewls get ran like red lights,

old folks get mugged and raided crimes are drugs related,

and we live by the street rules that thugs created,

clowns get smoked about a thousand folks sellin pounds of coke, 

front in this town and get a text book down ur throat,

I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon,

Im quick to blast a goon,

And break a mutha fucka like a plastic spoon,

i got the looks to make ur hotty stare,

i keep a shotty near,

its that nigga with naughty hair who got any fear,

tracks are on the ropes until the microphone is ghost,

props are on the most i'l leave a nigga chromo toast,

run and get ur brain pinched,

big l will have ur hole game litched,

started smokin dust av bin insane since,

this rap shit was a great gift,

the other night sum snake rift who got a hot lead face lift,

all thru high skool i had braides i kept mad blades, 

stabbin teachers to death they gave me bad grades,

i cook the mic like a beef steak coz my techniques great,

and im the nigga police hate in each state,

coz im the neighbour hood lamp upon brother,

fuck around u find ma suit boxers in your mommas hamper,

am from a wild town so bow down,



JAY-Z - FIRST VERSE



crash out now,

check, check, check it out now,

ey yo, brothers can bank and borrow still feel sorrow when jay do you like
zorrow,

get in that ass better luck tomorrow,

Im too much nigga,

so never shud u rush,

u need to slow down or get ur ass tore (pronounced toe) down,

im too cocky too stop me u gotta kill me,

and when Im gone u can still feel me,

on the real B,

this shit is eternal,

i rock the heavens well,

and if they wont let me in heaven i'll raise hell - til its heaven,

recognize the black cat with the 9 lives,

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

im poppin crystal shootin game like missile,

as for checkin up hoes effected by the this style,

im mac like goldie go back like the oldie,

but the guddie,

pullin r 'n' b bitches wearin hoodies,

they dont be knowin the way i be flowin,

when i be goin,

i b runin the track like jesse owens,

i disrupt the natural scheme ,

the way that u do things with a swing and av em rockin like *pause*,

u say never u run, if ever u cum, its never u run so fast in ur life to never
have won,

come on and ride the rhythm,

i produce like jizzum,

just like the goggles with knowledge and follow with wisdom,

for grreater understandin,

im landin,

blows and,

knockin sense into those that oppose me,

entice em and slice em thru track, u screamin jesus-, 

christ is back and god knows he can rap, 

me and L put rhythm on the map,

so giv him his dap,

and me i'll just take mine gimme those gimme this gimme that, fuck that,

u never see me stress,

in a G.S,

on a pride,

my greedy eyes cant see no less,

jigga incredible,

even ma thoughts is federel,

like kidnappin, extorsion an corruption,

so u know beatin me will never cum,

like a nun,

or tomorow,

am too thurough,

nigga,

i make moves,

cause bauls to move,

when im creepin thru ur wayz with a thousand little dudes,

armed with a peace like islam,

il make ur eyes rise like yeast,

surprise??,

i feel,

no fear when facin y'all,

bet ur lyrics jump off the tracks like racin cars,

emcees tryin to be the best,

and even in dyin cudnt beat his death,

i see no reason to stop cheesin,

ever since L shud throw three G's in,

and we can get down and split the wealth,

thats when i found i can do it maself,

i get up,



BIG L SECOND VERSE



ey yo my crew be deliverin hot lead,

when gats I clinch rappers get jack and linched,

nobody can fuck with the way il be killin them shits at rap convents,

big L is that nigga you expect - to cetch wreck on any casset deck,

im so ahead of my time my parents havnt met yet,

im feelin like billy rabgrate, my rapstyle is past great,

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

i probably got ur mummy strong,

niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung,

my clan plans to get juliane hung,

never had a gased head,

got loot coz i stash bread,

try to tax and imma beat ur faggot ass half dead,

i stomp white cops til they life stops,

corporal price stocks,

coz my blood is colder than an ice box

who 139 u dont wana block war coz my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to
the top floor,

and evrytime a mac 11 busts am killin at least seven ducks,

i never was a follower of reppin bucks,

the bitch type i dislike,

im rougher than a fist fight,

all chicks aint shit theres no such thing as miss right,

so we can never b a couple hun,

fuck love - all i got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum,

(yee) - background,

a clown emcees il b attackin quick,

am on sum rappin shit,

and sum carjackin shit.

a ran upon this nigga named mac in a black ack and a put the gat to his
cap,

sorry jack but get up outta that,

my 38 works great,

so make a mistake and hesitate,

i cant wait to demonstrate this nickel plate,

he didnt listen to,

what i was speakin, he started reachin

so i left him sleepin with his temple leakin,



JAY-Z SECOND VERSE 





as soon as i grab it,

i eat it up like a ,

savage,

and no i dont have it,

i get it together like a marriage,

im seekin on rappers,

Im on my peas and ques and carrots,

you dont understand,

well god damn,

dont u no my status?,

i flowin the phatest and that is cause Im the baddest,

no need to explain,

my names the only thing that matters,

for suckers who bite me,

they find im a bit much to swallow,

u thinkin its hollow,

the rhythm is really to rugged to follow,

ill hit ya like BaM, biggidy bam, bam biggidy bam, nigga de BAm,

*take a lil breath*,

*god dam*

*(Arrrhh)*

this kid is horrific,

im definatly destined to make 8 didgets,

better when L's on the roads to riches,

as soon as i step up nah!,

when ever i remember,

eh,

what ever i touch,

what ever i clutch,

you know im gonna injure!,

hey the nigga dont play hey!,

the nigga dont play hey!,

here i come aa-aaggain,

run uuuup-uppin' niggaz,

no duck n fuck it,

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