Big L + Jay-Z Freestyle

A'ight, Big L, pardon the, uh, technical difficulty (check it out)
 Check it out (haha, woo), aight, check it out
 How 'bout I put your man on, too? You can do it together
 A'ight, a'ight, I'ma set it off like this, check it out
 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 yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' 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 lightnin'
 You've seen what happened in my last fight, friend? A'ight, then
 I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mics
 Where I'm from, niggas 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 folks are sellin' pounds of coke
 Front in this town and get a TEC 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 hottie stare
 I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear
 Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
 Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose
 Front and get your brain pinched, Big L will have your whole gang lynched
 I started smokin' dust and been insane since
 This rap shit was a great gift
 The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead facelift
 All through high school, I had braids, I kept mad blades
 Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
 I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's 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 wild town, you know my style, clown, so bow down
 Word up? (Say what, say what?)
 '95 style (yeah), I got my man 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 to slow down or get yo' 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 'til it's Heaven
 Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
 Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me
 I'm poppin' Cristal, shootin' game like missiles
 As projected, all hoes affected by this style
 I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie
 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 runnin' the track like Jesse Owens
 I disrupt the natural scheme
 The way that you do things with 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 produce like jism
 Just like the gods I start with knowledge then follow with wisdom
 For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows and
 Knockin' sense into those that oppose me
 Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
 You're 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'll never come
 Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
 I make moves, cause bowels to move
 When I'm creepin' through your way with a thousand little dudes
 Armed with a piece like Islam
 I make your eyes rise like yeast, surprise
 I feel no fear when facing y'all
 Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
 Emcees' tryin' to be the best
 And even in dyin' couldn't be this def
 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
 Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
 Rappers I jack and lynch, nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' them shits in rap events
 Big L is the nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck
 I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
 I'm feelin' 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
 Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
 My clan plans to get Giuliani hung
 Never had a gassed head, got loot 'cause I stash bread
 Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-ass half-dead
 I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops
 'Cause my blood is colder than a ice box
 On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
 'Cause my crew'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
 And every time my MAC-11 bucks, I'm killin' 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 hoes is hard dick and bubble gum
 And clown MC's I be attackin' 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 reachin', so I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin', a'ight?