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featuring Lord Finesse, Mic Nut, Jay-Z, Party Arty, Y.U.
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Intro:
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It's the number one crew in the area.
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Big L:
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Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
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Gettin' men lynched to win tits
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I'm killin' infants for ten cents
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Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis
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Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
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I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
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I buck queers
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I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
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I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
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I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
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After you you're gonna get scared next
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And if ya squad flex
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I'm lettin' off like Bernard Getts
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A tech nine is my utensil
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Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
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I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
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I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
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I got drug spots from New York to Canada
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Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor
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Lord Finesse:
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Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
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It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
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And rappers I hit 'em well
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They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell
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So don't try to front troop
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When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
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I'm out to collect figures
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I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya fuckin' Neck nigga
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Not a role model I'm a bad figure
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When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga
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I got it locked like a warden
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Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
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So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps
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It's a fact that
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I'll be on your fuckin' back like a napsack
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It ain't shit you can tell me
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Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' LP
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Hook:
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It's the number one crew in the area
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"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" (x2)
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Microphone Nut:
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Yo I got a death wish
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That's why I talk so much motherfuckin' shit
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I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip
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So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a
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cigarette
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And let 'em smoke the four fifth
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? no need to lie or cry it's time motherfucker to die
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Because to me death is like sex
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And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck
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Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats
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The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats
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Cause the Microphone let's loose
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And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose
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>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is
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For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids
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These were the kids of the prison guards
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Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard
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One two everybody's through
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The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
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And now I'm decked to hawk shit and talk shit
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Whoever flaunts shit I leave 'em unconscious
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I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger
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Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer
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Please show me where the crack is at
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While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
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So I'm the one you should run from
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Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun
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Jay-Z:
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The way I rock
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No way you could stop
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I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
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When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
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Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
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Pound for p-p-pound the best around
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No way you can get up when I get down
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I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
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And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one
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Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill
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So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
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I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic
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Bitches will treat me like Onyx
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Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
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Creep through your block fuck a glock I step
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Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
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I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real
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Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill
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Hook (x2)
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Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:
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Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry
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I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy
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So mess around you'll be a dead man
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I get hype Tonite's The Night like Redman
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Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
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Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck
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I'm lethal, eatin' people
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Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel
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Head Or Gut like Illegal
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So what cha want?
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Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap
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I'm leavin' caps in your back fool
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I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop
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A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped
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I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
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The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like cigarettes
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Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
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I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up
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I stick and move
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Big L:
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And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose
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Y.U.:
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Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked
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Nigga we ghost man a punk?
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I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose
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I'm shootin' up like the west is
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Fuck suggestions
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I'll blow out a niggas intestines
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Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last
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One blast will put your ass in a body cast
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And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec
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Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect
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Constantly comittin' grand larceny
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Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me
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Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck
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His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck
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So what the fuck is you sayin' hop?
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I'm wanted for slayin' cops
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Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops
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But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit
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Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit
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I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast
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If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
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now your ass is just a holy ghost
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You tried to play me to the left
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You better put a target on your head
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cause you're marked for death (echo)
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Da Graveyard
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| Big L |
