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BIG L lyrics : "Da Graveyard"

It's the number one crew in the area.

[Big L:]
Big L be lightin' ^!$$%s like incense
Gettin' men lynched to win tits

I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a unique ^[email protected]#$
Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English

I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers
I don't have it all upstairs but who the $#[email protected] cares?

I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s
After you you're gonna get scared next

And if ya squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Getts
A tech nine is my utensil

Fillin' ^!$$%s with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more #[email protected] on accident then most ^!$$%s get on purpose

I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be $#[email protected]' with more keys than a janitor

[Lord Finesse:]
Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
It's the man with more wild flavors than mother$#[email protected]' Now & Laters

And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven $#[email protected]' with me cause I give 'em hell
So don't try to front troop

When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang %#@! so Protect Ya $#[email protected]' Neck ^!$$%

Not a role model I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap I got skills out the $$# ^!$$%
I got it locked like a warden

Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that

I'll be on your $#[email protected]' back like a napsack
It ain't %#@! you can tell me
Cause (*##$es still jock me without a mother$#[email protected]' LP

It's the number one crew in the area

"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" [x2]

[Microphone Nut:]

Yo I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much mother$#[email protected]' %#@!
I want these (*##$ mother$#[email protected] to try to flip

So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a
And let 'em smoke the four fifth

? no need to lie or cry it's time mother$#[email protected] to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck

Strap up a Mac clack clack mother$#[email protected] are runnin' like rats
The blind bats are $#[email protected]' crazed cats
Cause the Microphone let's loose

And you're wonderin' how the $#[email protected] did this madman get cut loose
>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is
For murderin' up some $#[email protected]' white kids

These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One two everybody's through

The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm decked to hawk %#@! and talk %#@!
Whoever flaunts %#@! I leave 'em unconscious

I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the $#[email protected]' sewer
Please show me where the crack is at

While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a mother$#[email protected]' stun gun

The way I rock
No way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot

When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck %#@! like none

And beat a ^!$$%s $$# half silly on da one
$#[email protected]' A $#[email protected]' Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic
(*##$es will treat me like Onyx

Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your block $#[email protected] a glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill

[Hook x2]

[Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:]
Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' ^!$$%s off the roof said you wanna be the four guy

So mess around you'll be a dead man
I get hype Tonite's The Night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck
I'm lethal, eatin' people
Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel
Head Or Gut like Illegal

So what cha want?
Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap
I'm leavin' caps in your back fool
I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop
A ^!$$% disagree bring it on and get dropped
I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the tech smokin' ^!$$%s like cigarettes

Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up
I stick and move

[Big L:]
And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose

Yo rat tat tat I got the gat @@#!ed
^!$$% we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave your #[email protected] $$# comatose
I'm shootin' up like the west is
$#[email protected] suggestions
I'll blow out a ^!$$%s intestines

Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your $$# in a body cast
And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin' grand larceny
Arsony ^!$$%s don't want no parts of me
Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck

His jewels were truck he got his $$# stuck
So what the $#[email protected] is you sayin' hop?
I'm wanted for slayin' cops
Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops
But I ain't givin' a $#[email protected] who gets hit
^!$$%s coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear %#@!
I'll burn you [email protected]$)got ^!$$%s like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
now your $$# is just a holy ghost
You tried to play me to the left
You better put a target on your head
cause you're marked for death [echo]

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