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Big L

Da Graveyard

 

Da Graveyard

(альбом: Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous - 1995)


[Intro:]
It's the number one crew in the area.

[Big L:]
Big L be lighting niggas like incense
Getting men lynched to win tits
I'm killing infants for ten cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
I'm making ducks shed much tears
I buck queers
I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
I'm grabbing brews taking fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you you're gonna get scared next
And if ya squad flex
I'm letting off like Bernard Getts
A tech nine is my utensil
Filling niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatching purses and bombing churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be fucking with more keys than a janitor

[Lord Finesse:]
Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven fucking with me cause I give 'em hell
So don't try to front troop
When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya fucking Neck nigga
Not a role model I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all ya new jacks kicking wack raps
It's a fact that
I'll be on your fucking back like a napsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfucking LP

[Hook:]
It's the number one crew in the area
"Known for sending garbage MCs to the graveyard" [x2]

[Microphone Nut:]
Yo I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much motherfucking shit
I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip
So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a
Cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four fifth
[?] no need to lie or cry it's time motherfucker to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are running like rats
The blind bats are fucking crazed cats
Cause the Microphone let's loose
And you're wondering how the fuck did this madman get cut loose
From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids
For murdering up some fucking white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I starting killing squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One two everybody's through
The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm decked to hawk shit and talk shit
Whoever flaunts shit I leave 'em unconscious
I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fucking sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfucking stun gun

[Jay-Z:]
The way I rock
No way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one
Fucking A fucking Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
I'm never choking off chronic skills are bonic
Bitches will treat me like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your block fuck a glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill

[Hook x2]

[Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:]
Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry
I'm throwing niggas off the roof said you wanna be the fall guy
So mess around you'll be a dead man
I get hype Tonite's The Night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't working with a full deck
I'm lethal, eating people
Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel
Have a gut like an eagle
So what cha want?
Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap
I'm leaving caps in your back fool
I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop
A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped
I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the tech smoking niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm getting jewels
I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up
I stick and move

[Big L:]
And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose

[Grand Daddy I.U:]
Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked
Nigga we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose
I'm shooting up like the west is
Fuck suggestions
I'll blow out a niggas intestines
Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a body cast
And I be killing for rep get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck blood spilling is still in effect
Constantly comitting grand larceny
Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me
Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck
His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck
So what the fuck is you saying hop?
I'm wanted for slaying cops
Who's ever around when I be spraying drops
But I ain't giving a fuck who gets hit
Niggas copping pleas but I ain't trying to hear shit
I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
Now your ass is just a holy ghost
You tried to play me to the left
You better put a target on your head
Cause you're marked for death [echo]

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