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Текст песни Diamond f Big L, Lord Finesse, A.G., Fat - 5 Fingas of Death

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"Where are you?" "Hey, there you are!" "How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?" *gunshot*("Big L" - Cut and scratched)[Big L]Check it, I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held upPlenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuckI never catch cold feet when I hold heatWe roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeepI catch a fag three o`clock in the mornOn the block all alone and put the glock to his domeTell him "Give it up quick, you nitwit, don`t try to get slickOr I`m a let this four-fifth spit and leave your shit split"Grip, it ain`t nothing decent about meA true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about meA rap junkie, don`t try to play me like some flunkyJewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpyMad niggas be fronting the lifePopping mad shit, trying to be something they notYour faggot ass better stay to dancing, don`t even look at meI might break your jaw for glancing, that`s rightIn `97 Harlem kids is blowingAnd we don`t trip, we`ll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showing("Lord Finesse" - Cut and scratched)[Lord Finesse]It`s the divine mastermind, I turn nickels to dimesThe authentic genuine that`s out to shineThe cool cat, the true mack, the smooth rapsChickens be like "Who`s that?" I be doing my thing, kid (True dat)Forget fronting, I`m beyond that, I roll with brothers ready for combatAll for eye-to-eye contactWith skills, G, yo it`s ill, see, for real, BAin`t no barbeque, niggas better stop trying to grill meHuh, sent that style to the essenceGot niggas stressing my style, pull like fluoresenceNo question, tough type to clutch micsNo positive upright, I`m the "I don`t give a fuck" typeExpose the facts, you know the hapsWe go to laugh astrological, like the signs in the ZodiacTo rap you, out the stack glue, word upMy style`s tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suitSuprise G, it`s not wise see to size meWhen I operate, it`s Smooth Sailing like Ron IselyGotta do my thing, word up (Beg ya pardon?)Time to bounce, gotta skate like Tonya Harding("A.G." - Cut and scratched)[A.G.]Yo I`m the cleverest, top ten terroristChickens ever diss, they become featherlessHate derelicts, certified gold metalistYou play fly cause I`m the most high like EverestLook at all these fakes, musically you imitate the cratesWon`t succeed moving at full speed with no breaksLike Jake, watch me take your entourageCan`t see me, I`m camoflauge, and besides, I`m GodMad hard, like the S.A.T., have shortiesCaught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.Eveidently, you still don`t know, because you tempt meThought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were emptyNot Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One`s EnvyWho sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plentyLike the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers"Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my blockersCrazy sickness, you want the pure, you`d better pick thisBitches can`t get this, faggots remain dickless("Fat Joe" - Cut and scratched)[Fat Joe]Before we get started, let`s talk about these coward-hearted MC`sThat claim to be true O.G.`s and war specialistsForever busting guns on the circus shipBut when the beef comes, get on the ???You know the deal, I come with nothing but the realCertified pejente, recognize mi genteWhether East Coast or West Coast, I`ll lick `em allStrip naked, bitch niggas will never be respectedJoey Green, bagging doubles up in Bowling GreenFor all my team, packing the nine, for soon as this team is rolling cleanYou know the team, never giving a fuckPlaying thick in the cut, get your shit laced upWHAT THE FUCK!("Diamond D" - Cut and scratched)[Diamond]Yo I`m flipping on niggas like Dre`s and CracksMy raps react on your cardiac like a heart attackSome niggas front for stunts who wantTake a puff of the blunt and play a nigga like a chumpBut I don`t play that shit for no chicksSucking the next nigga`s dick, moving pricksI`m too slick for you high school dropoutsYou got knocked and tried to cop outCouldn`t fight when the kids pulled the mop outAnd wails you out, right at home saying "Bail me out"Little small time, fucked up when you called minesD Squared, one of the greatest of all timeYeah, D.I.T.C. representing for the `97, word life

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