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8 Iz Enuff
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Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless
Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie
And ima set it like this
[ verse 1: big l ]
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
Dont 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
Im from the alley, not the valley
Im hotter than cali, wicked like harry
And fuck sally, I rather marry halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Dont hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, Im 5 thous
[ verse 2: terra ]
Well, Im flav, and I was down with the crime wave
Now its time saved, yo, cause now Im 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
Im more rare, the mc in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayer
Power struck, terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts
[ verse 3: herb mcgruff ]
For those that dont know, yo, Im herb mcgruff
Im 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
Mcs are live, but Im 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, Im 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
Im the fuck up outta here
[ verse 4: buddah bless ]
Aiyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like its plastic
I rag crews cause Im bad news
In a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
Cause Im a ? nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home
Heres some advice, Im mad nice
Aiyo, Im quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fags life
My swellin melon got niggas jealin
Aiyo, fuck bribes, Im takin niggas lives like a felon
[ verse 5: big twan ]
Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
My crew is in the house
Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless
Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie
And ima set it like this
[ verse 1: big l ]
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
Dont 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
Im from the alley, not the valley
Im hotter than cali, wicked like harry
And fuck sally, I rather marry halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Dont hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, Im 5 thous
[ verse 2: terra ]
Well, Im flav, and I was down with the crime wave
Now its time saved, yo, cause now Im 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
Im more rare, the mc in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayer
Power struck, terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts
[ verse 3: herb mcgruff ]
For those that dont know, yo, Im herb mcgruff
Im 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
Mcs are live, but Im 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, Im 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
Im the fuck up outta here
[ verse 4: buddah bless ]
Aiyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like its plastic
I rag crews cause Im bad news
In a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
Cause Im a ? nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home
Heres some advice, Im mad nice
Aiyo, Im quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fags life
My swellin melon got niggas jealin
Aiyo, fuck bribes, Im takin niggas lives like a felon
[ verse 5: big twan ]
Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
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