It's the number one crew in the
The Big L be lightin' niggas incense Gettin' men lynched to win I'm infants for ten cents 'Cause I'm a genius with a unique penis Got fly on my dick that don't even speak english
I'm makin' ducks shed tears I queers I don't it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares? I'm grabbin' brews fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them ass niggas
After you gonna get scared next, and if ya squad flex I'm lettin' off Bernard Goetz A tech nine is my Fillin' niggas with so much led Can use they for a pencil
I'm for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy by most niggas get on purpose I got drug from New York to Canada 'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys a janitor
Now it's the dictator who's style is It's the man with more flavors Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and I hit 'em well automatically go to heaven fuckin' With me 'cause I 'em hell
So try to front troop When your style is played out like a Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect I'm on Wu Tang shit so protect ya fuckin' neck nigga Not a role model I'm a bad When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass
I got it locked like a Rap without finesse is like the N B A Jordan So all ya New kickin' wack raps a fact that, I'll be on your fuckin' back like a napsack It shit you can tell me 'Cause bitches still jock me without a L P
It's the number one crew in the for sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard
It's the number one in the area Known for garbage M C's to the graveyard
Yo, I got a death That's why I talk so fuckin' shit I want bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can up this clip and stick the gun Between lips like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the four
I fool, I buy No need to lie or cry it's time to die to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole Strap up a mac, clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed
'Cause the let's loose And you're how the fuck did this madman get cut loose? 25 consecutive 25 the life is For murderin' up some fuckin' white These were the of the prison guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the yard
One two everybody's The microphone nut flew over the walls without a clue And now I'm decked to hawk shit and shit Whoever flaunts shit, I 'em unconscious I run ya with a maneuver and german Luger Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin'
Please show me where the is at While quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like cracker So I'm the one you run from Because the microphone nut is like a stun gun
The way I No way you stop I shock pop and when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone better ya own 'Cause I like to when I finish a poem
Pound for pound the around No way you can get up when I get I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like And a nigga ass half silly on da one Fuckin' a fuckin' Jay ill skill So ladies step up I get like a wheel I'm never off chronic skills are bionic
Bitches will treat me Onyx Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and it Creep through block fuck a glock I step Through neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep I'm giving ladies something they can feel 'cause I'm real Ya man get outta line and kill, kill, kill
It's the one crew in the area Known for sendin' M C's to the graveyard
the number one crew in the area Known for sendin' M C's to the graveyard
Yo, ya, step up and you'll get like the small fry I'm niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy So mess around be a dead man I get hype the night like Redman respect to Big L who get wreck Chiggidy check yourself 'cause I workin' with a full deck
I'm lethal, people Not Dahmer I'm the sequel Head or gut illegal So cha want? Yo, I'm strapped with the gats up plap, plap I'm caps in your back fool
I rip tracks wanna say to hip hop A nigga bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm arty so hit the deck The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like Now some ask me how I'm jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up, up I stick and
And how we do So you the gat and let loose
Yo, rat, tat, tat I got the gat Nigga we ghost man a I let it roast and leave your ass comatose I'm shootin' up the west is Fuck I'll blow out a niggas
Better dip quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a cast And I be for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is in effect Constantly grand larceny niggas don't want no parts of me
Never past up a buck ask the last duck His were truck, he got his ass stuck So what the fuck is you hop? I'm wanted for cops Who's ever when I be sprayin' drops But I ain't a fuck who gets hit
Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back I shoot your Now your ass is just a Ghost You to play me to the left You put a target on your head 'Cause marked for death