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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 I`ma 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 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` [ VERSE 2: Terra ] 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 [ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ] 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 [ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ] 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 [ VERSE 5: Big Twan ] 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 [ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ] 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 [ VERSE 7: Trooper J ] 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 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 [ VERSE 8: Mike Boogie ] 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&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 NFL Crew My crew Word up
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