Текст песни Showbiz and A.G. f Big L, D`Shawn, Lord - Runaway Slaves
Showbiz and A.G. f Big L, D`Shawn, Lord - Runaway Slaves слова песни
[A.G.]Aww yeah, the A to the motherfuckin G is backWord to the motherfuckin GoodfellasI got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C.Speak up[Big L]Yo this the Big motherfuckin L from 139 and Lennox y`knahmsayin?Sayin whassup to Showbiz & A.G. cause they got it goin on![D`Shawn]Yo this the baldheaded assassin, D`Shawny ThunderRepresentin with my peoples Diggin in the CratesPeace to my brothers on 1-2-9, Uptown[A.G.]Aww yeah, knahmsayin? Look outD.I.T.C. in e-motherfuckin-effect; LETHAL!("I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")[A.G.] Yeah, Big L is the first to represent[Verse One: Big L]Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav GodKnown for sendin garbage MC`s to the graveyardI pack a gat and not a slingshotStep to this and get a ass-whoopin like Rodney King gotOr get beat to your death like CochiseMy laws is no peace, fuck the policeMC`s be braggin about cash they collectbut them chumps is like Ray Charlescause they ain`t seen no money yetTrash rappers I tax and sparkI be wettin niggaz up like water rides in Action ParkA nigga stuck me, and that ain`t funny sonSo I got money Dunn, they wet him and his honey bunCause phony faggots I froze, it`s a factI flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flowsL is the rebel type, I`m rough as a metal pipeFuck a Benz, cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike!Props, I got the most, no MC comes closeCoast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roastAdios, I`m ghost("I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")[A.G.] Grab the mic D`Shawn, because you gotta represent[Verse Two: D`Shawn]Yo, street corners in New York is the place this nigga standWith a machete I`m a crazy Eddie ScissorhandsBorn with such a thirst to killI can tap 200 quarters from a $50 billCuttin bitch-niggaz down with a hundred pound axelike I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacksSo in a battle I be stabbinChoppin MC`s like trees, piece-by-piece buildin cabinsI`m a maniac magician, abra cadabraMakin pain appear cause I`ma grab arusty chain to make a noose; to choke your ass so hardyou`re spittin` fuckin` Adam`s Apple juiceSo come check the magic show by D`ShawnAnd witness the way I put you to death with a magic wandTurnin your home to a casketTurn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastardCause I love to keep MC`s sufferinBeggin for big, heavy bags of BufferinBaseball battin `em, splattin` `emSo many homicide records, my cases went platinumD`Shawn is niceKnown for givin out headcracks, without touchin diceJust pain and punishment from the Boogie Down BronxterD`Shawn the maniac street monster("I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")[A.G.] It`s time to get funky, so you better represent("I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")[A.G.] C`mon Lord Finesse, cause you gotta represent[Verse Three: Lord Finesse]It`s the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don`t play or stress meCause that shit don`t impress meI make papes off the shit I create, and then dictateSo get your motherfuckin shit straightI got skills and I`m hard to killSo y`all bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard your grillY`all grab a mic and always gettin hypeTalkin bout fuckin niggaz up When you can bearly beat your dick rightSo stop ridin my dilznickCause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tipHit like Foreman when I`m brawlinThose who think I`m fallin, I`ll play your monkey-ass like a organI got crazy niggaz in the city `noidGot mad bitches, but it`s not cause I`m a motherfuckin pretty-boyI`m ruthless, I`m not on that goody-goody tipThat shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shitI`ll stomp any rapper that you have compete