ฟังเพลง8 Iz Enuff (Explicit)

8 Iz Enuff (Explicit) - Big L

Lyrics by：Terra/Buddah Bless/Twan/Trooper J/Mike Boogie/Big L (L. Coleman)/Buck-Wild (A. Best)/Herb McGruff/Killa Kam

Composed by：Lamont Coleman/Anthony Best/Terra/Herbert Brown/Buddah Bless/Twan/Cameron Giles/Trooper J/Mike Boogie

Yo pop

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 n***as 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 f**k Sally I rather marry Halle

I revive crowds with live styles

Don't hang with jive pals

Adios ghost I'm five 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 'eighty seven I sold cracks collected some dough stacks

Hold gats so 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 n***a Terra is past butter sharp like a glass cutter

A*s brother I leave your rhyme trash gutter

I'm more rare the M C 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 n***as 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

M C'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 n***a in my last 'bout

He thought I just was on some gun s**t

I had to knock his a*s out

Microphones I gotta tear

Peace to Big L straight from hell

I'm the f**k up outta here

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 n***as jealin

Aiyo f**k bribes I'm takin n***as lives like a felon

Yo I bust chumps like a glock ten 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 ye 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 eighty slaughter son

Talk about nines and tecs and never shot a watergun

But Killa Kam I get erratic when it comes to static

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

Twenty 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

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 bwoy 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

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' n***as hoppin' home

Word to God it's kinda hard

For a fag to touch this

So if you're comin' to see me

N***a bring a cask' and crutches

And n***as I dont' need a gun

For you none of you

'Cause I can kill you dead

With the lead from my number two

And it's death in every paragraph

And n***as learn when I burn they muthaf**kin' a*s 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 ten

And n***as 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 eight 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

The one thirty nine Street N F L Crew

My crew

Word up