8 Iz Enuff Lyrics - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous - Big L

Yo, 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 boy 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 and 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 N F L crew 

My crew, word up