Текст песни Big L f Lord Finesse, Mic Nut, Jay-Z, Pa - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous
Big L f Lord Finesse, Mic Nut, Jay-Z, Pa - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous слова песни
Intro:It`s the number one crew in the area.Big L:Big L be lightin` niggas like incenseGettin` men lynched to win titsI`m killin` infants for ten centsCause I`m a street genius with a unique penisGot fly chicks on my dick that don`t even speak EnglishI`m makin` ducks shed much tearsI buck queers I don`t have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?I`m grabbin` brews takin` fast swiggasI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggasAfter you you`re gonna get scared nextAnd if ya squad flexI`m lettin` off like Bernard GettsA tech nine is my utensilFillin` niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencilI`m known for snatchin` purses and bombin` churchesI get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purposeI got drug spots from New York to CanadaCause Big L be fuckin` with more keys than a janitorLord Finesse:Now it`s the dictator who`s style is greaterIt`s the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin` Now & LatersAnd rappers I hit `em wellThey automatically go to heaven fuckin` with me cause I give `em hellSo don`t try to front troopWhen your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuitI`m out to collect figuresI`m on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya fuckin` Neck niggaNot a role model I`m a bad figureWhen it comes to rap I got skills out the ass niggaI got it locked like a wardenRap without Finesse is like the NBA without JordanSo all ya new jacks kickin` wack rapsIt`s a fact that I`ll be on your fuckin` back like a napsackIt ain`t shit you can tell meCause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin` LPHook:It`s the number one crew in the area"Known for sendin` garbage MCs to the graveyard" (x2)Microphone Nut:Yo I got a death wish That`s why I talk so much motherfuckin` shitI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a cigaretteAnd let `em smoke the four fifth? no need to lie or cry it`s time motherfucker to dieBecause to me death is like sexAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I`d be missing a whole deckStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin` like ratsThe blind bats are fuckin` crazed catsCause the Microphone let`s loose And you`re wonderin` how the fuck did this madman get cut loose>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is For murderin` up some fuckin` white kidsThese were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin` killin` squads of prison guards in the prison yardOne two everybody`s throughThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clueAnd now I`m decked to hawk shit and talk shitWhoever flaunts shit I leave `em unconsciousI run through ya with a maneuver and German lugerWreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin` sewer Please show me where the crack is atWhile they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker JacksSo I`m the one you should run fromBecause the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin` stun gunJay-Z:The way I rockNo way you could stopI shock pop and drop when Jay gets hotWhen I`m in the zone better hold ya ownCause I like to break when I finish a poemPound for p-p-pound the best aroundNo way you can get up when I get downI shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like noneAnd beat a niggas ass half silly on da oneFuckin` A fuckin` Jay ill with skillSo ladies step up I get around like a wheelI`m never chokin` off chronic skills are bonicBitches will treat me like Onyx Respect that I`ll peel a punks cap back and sign itCreep through your block fuck a glock I step Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a repI`m giving these ladies something they can feel cause I`m realYa man get outta line and it`s kill kill kill