Intro:

It's the number one crew in the area.



Big L:

Big L be lightin' niggas like incense

Gettin' men lynched to win tits

I'm killin' infants for ten cents

Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis

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 fuck cares?

I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas

I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas

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' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil

I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches

I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose

I got drug spots from New York to Canada

Cause Big L be fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' Now & Laters

And rappers I hit 'em well

They automatically go to heaven fuckin' 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 shit so Protect Ya fuckin' Neck nigga

Not a role model I'm a bad figure

When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga

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 fuckin' back like a napsack

It ain't shit you can tell me

Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' LP



Hook:

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 motherfuckin' shit

I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip

So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a

cigarette

And let 'em smoke the four fifth

? no need to lie or cry it's time motherfucker 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 motherfuckers are runnin' like rats

The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats

Cause the Microphone let's loose

And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose

>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is

For murderin' up some fuckin' 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 shit and talk shit

Whoever flaunts shit I leave 'em unconscious

I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger

Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' stun gun



Jay-Z:

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 shit like none

And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one

Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill

So ladies step up I get around like a wheel

I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic

Bitches will treat me like Onyx

Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it

Creep through your block fuck 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' niggas 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 nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped

I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck

The kid with the tech smokin' niggas 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



Y.U.:

Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked

Nigga we ghost man a punk?

I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose

I'm shootin' up like the west is

Fuck suggestions

I'll blow out a niggas intestines

Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last

One blast will put your ass 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 niggas don't want no parts of me

Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck

His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck

So what the fuck 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 fuck who gets hit

Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit

I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast

If you die and come back I shoot your spirit

now your ass 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)