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| Yo My crew is in the house Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless Big Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie And I'ma set it like this
[ VERSE 1: Big L ]
Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt I'm from the alley, not the valley I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous
[VERSE 2: Terra]
ll, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed N.O. rated, rappers you no-made it ll the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated n-gga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up ur luck, n-ggas got and popped and swallow nuts
[VERSE 3: Herb McGruff]
or those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb McGruff I'm on some murder stuff And when I talk every word is ruff Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruise, break bones Then wind up bloody in a bodybag MC's are live, but I'm mad liver y rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver Step to this and get sliced with ease Ate up like rice and peas(Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout t I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass ou Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from hell I'm the f-ck up outta here
[VERSE 4: Buddah Bless]
t's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic erb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag crews cause I'm bad news ad move I'm servin brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown m a ?nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home Here's some advice, I'm mad nice Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice And cold take a fag's life My swellin melon got n-ggas jealin yo, f-ck bribes, I'm takin n-ggas lives like a felon
[VERSE 5: Big Twan]
, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in The top ten is rocked when it's locked in just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow e the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show I got lines that's deeper than a jai o frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fai Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off nd when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out or dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout
[VERSE 6: Killa Kam]
e funny like flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, so about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun t Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static re you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic rease the peace that cease cause once I release My crew from the east, we leavin at least 20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack So make tracks, I break backs I jack with def gats and black macs Lennox Ave. ain't no light looks, you fight crooks t and right hooks, if you front, get your life took
[VERSE 7: Trooper J]
avin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser I'm blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer o find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead om-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys And I pack more rallys than riots back in Cal eople wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse I'm in a daze and I'm so confused seein heads shake so many times the lead make Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my head straight
[VERSE 8: Mike Boogie]
d never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest ds evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat Cause they know when I start droppin poems kin domes, poppin bones and sendin n-ggas hoppin h ord to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this're comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches d n-ggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of you e I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2 And it's death in every paragraph ggas learn when I burn they muthaf-ckin ass to ash eed to question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friend shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10 d n-ggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike m bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough Peace to Big L, aiyo, 8 is enough
True, true And before I get up outta here I gotta say peace to D-Whiz and Short Man Brothers that was there since the beginning t's up to Rockin' Wheel from the Hard Pack Crew Peace to Mase Murder and the B.B.O. Crew The Best Out Crew, the M&M Crew all the other crews that's representin in Harlem You know what I'm sayin? And last but not least gotta say peace to the 139th Street NFL Crew My crew Word up |
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