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Big L f Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddha Bles

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

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Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.chYoMy crew is in the houseTerra, Herb McGruff, Buddah BlessBig Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike BoogieAnd I`ma 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 crewsDon`t 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 hurtI`m from the alley, not the valleyI`m hotter than Cali, wicked like HarryAnd fuck Sally, I rather marry HalleI revive crowds with live stylesDon`t hang with jive palsAdios, ghost, I`m 5 thous`[ VERSE 2: Terra ]Well, I`m flav, and I was down with the crime waveNow it`s time saved, yo, cause now I`m 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 gutterI`m more rare, the MC in this warfarePut you in a morgue where it`s 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 don`t know, yo, I`m Herb McGruffI`m 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 bodybagMC`s are live, but I`m 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, I`m 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 hellI`m the fuck up outta here[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]Aiyo, it`s time to get drastic, but God bless the fantasticHerb passed it, now I melt the mic like it`s plasticI rag crews cause I`m bad newsIn a mad move I`m servin brothers quicker than fast foodStep to this and get your body blownCause I`m a ?nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties homeHere`s some advice, I`m mad niceAiyo, I`m quick to lick the mag twiceAnd cold take a fag`s lifeMy swellin melon got niggas jealinAiyo, 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 inThe top ten is rocked when it`s locked inI just abuse the flow, don`t need a fuse to blowBruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the showI got lines that`s deeper than a jailBeen no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they failYeah, ain`t I nasty, too nasty to trash meBash me, aiyo, that`s dead, so don`t ask meYou`d 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 section`s 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, it`s the beast on attackSo make tracks, I break backsI jack with def gats and black macsOn Lennox Ave. ain`t no light looks, you fight crooksLeft 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 hellraiserI`m 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 fuseI`m in a daze and I`m so confused>From seein heads shake so many times the lead makeAnd 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 contestKids evacuate the premises like it`s a bomb threatCause they know when I start droppin poemsThat I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin homeWord to God, it`s kinda hard for a fag to touch thisSo if you`re 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 it`s death in every paragraphAnd niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ashNo need to question am I nice, cause it`s a fact, friendI shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10And niggas ain`t half as nice, so they get sacrificedAnd sent to the afterlife, they ain`t no match for MikeNow I`m 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 beginningWhat`s 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 that`s representin in HarlemYou know what I`m sayin?And last but not leastI gotta say peace to the 139th Street NFL CrewMy crewWord up

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