Текст песни Big L - 8 Iz Enuff, слова песни Big L

Текст песни Big L - 8 Iz Enuff

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YoMy crew is in the houseTerra, herb mcgruff, buddah blessBig twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogieAnd ima set it like this[ verse 1: big l ]Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get chokedYou better surrender before you get smokedYou niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my smith-wes blastSo just dash or trespass and get your chest smashedRap new york rules, I sport jewels and extort crewsDont get me pissed, I got a short fuseI go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerkSo stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurtIm from the alley, not the valleyIm hotter than cali, wicked like harryAnd fuck sally, I rather marry halleI revive crowds with live stylesDont hang with jive palsAdios, ghost, Im 5 thous[ verse 2: terra ]Well, Im flav, and I was down with the crime waveNow its time saved, yo, cause now Im a rhyme slaveIn 87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacksHold gats, a joker got his soul taxedN.o. rated, rappers you no-made itTell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-platedThis nigga terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutterAss brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutterIm more rare, the mc in this warfarePut you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayerPower struck, terra drops the follow-upSour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts[ verse 3: herb mcgruff ]For those that dont know, yo, Im herb mcgruffIm on some murder stuffAnd when I talk every word is ruffFront on this and get beat badWith big bats that bruise, break bonesThen wind up bloody in a bodybagMcs are live, but Im mad liverAiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a afghan cab driverStep to this and get sliced with easeAte up like rice and peas(herb, can you fight? ) yo, Im nice with theseAsk the nigga in my last boutHe thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass outMicrophones I gotta tearPeace to big l, straight from hellIm the fuck up outta here[ verse 4: buddah bless ]Aiyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantasticHerb passed it, now I melt the mic like its plasticI rag crews cause Im bad newsIn a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast foodStep to this and get your body blownCause Im a ? nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties homeHeres some advice, Im mad niceAiyo, Im quick to lick the mag twiceAnd cold take a fags lifeMy swellin melon got niggas jealinAiyo, fuck bribes, Im takin niggas lives like a felon[ verse 5: big twan ]Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops inThe top ten is rocked when its locked inI just abuse the flow, dont need a fuse to blowBruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the showI got lines thats deeper than a jailBeen no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they failYeah, aint I nasty, too nasty to trash meBash me, aiyo, thats dead, so dont ask meYoud get bumped off if beef ever jumped offI never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-offAnd when I let slugs out, you will get rugged outFor dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout[ verse 6: killa kam ]Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they sections 80 slaughter, sonTalk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergunBut killa kam, I get erratic when it comes to staticThere you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automaticIncrease the peace that cease cause once I releaseMy crew from the east, we leavin at least20 police deceased, its the beast on attackSo make tracks, I break backsI jack with def gats and black macsOn lennox ave. aint no light looks, you fight crooksLeft and right hooks, if you front, get your life took[ verse 7: trooper j ]Im havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiserIm blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazerWho find crime and fill the nine with nothin but leadBoom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy deadIn backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleysAnd I pack more rallys than riots back in caliAnd people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuseIm in a daze and Im so confused>from seein heads shake so many times the lead makeAnd mike boogies next up, and keep my head straight[ verse 8: mike boogie ]I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contestKids evacuate the premises like its a bomb threatCause they know when I start droppin poemsThat I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin homeWord to god, its kinda hard for a fag to touch thisSo if youre comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask and crutchesAnd niggas, I dont need a gun for you, none of youCause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no. 2And its death in every paragraphAnd niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ashNo need to question am I nice, cause its a fact, friendI shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10And niggas aint half as nice, so they get sacrificedAnd sent to the afterlife, they aint no match for mikeNow Im bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it toughPeace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enoughTrue, trueAnd before I get up outta hereI gotta say peace to d-whiz and short manBrothers that was there since the beginningWhats up to rockin wheel from the hard pack crewPeace to mase murder and the b.b.o. crewThe best out crew, the m&m crewAnd all the other crews thats representin in harlemYou know what Im sayin? And last but not leastI gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crewMy crewWord up

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