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    BIG L

    Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous 1995 ©

    8 Iz Enuff

    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

    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'

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    1995 ©

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