Intro:
Its the number one crew in the area.
Big L:
Big L be lightin niggas like incense
Gettin men lynched to win tits
Im killin infants for ten cents
Cause Im a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that dont even speak English
Im makin ducks shed much tears
I buck queers
I dont have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
Im grabbin brews takin fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you youre gonna get scared next
And if ya squad flex
Im lettin off like Bernard Getts
A tech nine is my utensil
Fillin niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
Im known for snatchin purses and bombin 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 fuckin with more keys than a janitor
Lord Finesse:
Now its the dictator whos style is greater
Its the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin Now & Laters
And rappers I hit em well
They automatically go to heaven fuckin with me cause I give em hell
So dont try to front troop
When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
Im out to collect figures
Im on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya fuckin Neck nigga
Not a role model Im 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 kickin wack raps
Its a fact that
Ill be on your fuckin back like a napsack
It aint shit you can tell me
Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin LP
Hook:
Its the number one crew in the area
Known for sendin garbage MCs to the graveyard (x2)
Microphone Nut:
Yo I got a death wish
Thats why I talk so much motherfuckin 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 its time motherfucker to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards Id be missing a whole deck
Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin like rats
The blind bats are fuckin crazed cats
Cause the Microphone lets loose
And youre wonderin how the fuck did this madman get cut loose
>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is
For murderin up some fuckin white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I startin killin squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One two everybodys through
The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now Im 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 fuckin sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So Im the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin stun gun
Jay-Z:
The way I rock
No way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When Im 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
Fuckin A fuckin Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
Im never chokin off chronic skills are bonic
Bitches will treat me like Onyx
Respect that Ill 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
Im giving these ladies something they can feel cause Im real
Ya man get outta line and its kill kill kill
Hook (x2)
Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:
Yo ya step up and youll get played like the small fry
Im throwin niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy
So mess around youll be a dead man
I get hype Tonites The Night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself cause I aint workin with a full deck
Im lethal, eatin people
Not Jeffery Dahmer Im the sequel
Head Or Gut like Illegal
So what cha want?
Yo Im strapped with the gats step up plap plap
Im leavin 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 Im Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the tech smokin niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how Im gettin jewels
I say big up big up its a stick up stick up
I stick and move
Big L:
And thats how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose
Y.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
Im shootin up like the west is
Fuck suggestions
Ill blow out a niggas intestines
Better dip fast quick fast or you wont last
One blast will put your ass in a body cast
And I be killin for rep get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin grand larceny
Arsony niggas dont 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 sayin hop?
Im wanted for slayin cops
Whos ever around when I be sprayin drops
But I aint givin a fuck who gets hit
Niggas coppin pleas but I aint tryin to hear shit
Ill 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 youre marked for death (echo)