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

Текст песни Big L - 8 Iz Enuff

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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 ]
Well, I`m flav, and I was down with the crime wave
Now it`s time saved, yo, cause now I`m a rhyme slave
In `87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed
N.O. rated, rappers you no-made it
Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated
This nigga 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
Put you in a morgue where it`s too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts

[ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ]
For 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
Aiyo, my 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
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to Big L, straight from hell
I`m the fuck up outta here

[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]
Aiyo, it`s time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it`s plastic
I rag crews cause I`m bad news
In a mad move I`m servin brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
Cause I`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 niggas jealin
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I`m takin niggas lives like a felon

[ VERSE 5: Big Twan ]
Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it`s locked in
I just abuse the flow, don`t need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines that`s deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail
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
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout

[ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ]
Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they section`s 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase 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
On Lennox Ave. ain`t no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

[ VERSE 7: Trooper J ]
I`m havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser
I`m blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys
And I pack more rallys than riots back in Cali
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I`m in a daze and I`m so confused
>From seein heads shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogie`s next up, and keep my head straight

[ VERSE 8: Mike Boogie ]
I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like it`s a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start droppin poems
That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home
Word to God, it`s kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you`re comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask` and crutches
And niggas, I dont` need a gun for you, none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2
And it`s death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, cause it`s a fact, friend
I shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10
And niggas ain`t half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain`t no match for Mike
Now I`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
What`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
And all the other crews that`s representin in Harlem
You know what I`m sayin?
And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th Street NFL Crew
My crew
Word up

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