8 Iz Enuff (Demo Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big L] Ayo,l 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'd rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals, adiós, ghost, I'm five thous' [Verse 2: Terra] Flave, it's always easy for new bait, taken here to groove quake Make you more addictin' than tube steak 'Cause when I work a line, nobody jerkin' mine So bring the noise and I'll poison like turpentine This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass rubber, your rhymes left trash gutter I'll leave chumps done, don't come with some junk, son 'Cause I'm makin' flave niggas cool for consumption 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 popped and swallowed nut [Verse 3: Herb McGruff] On the mic, I rip the scene right Terra just caught wreck, so I guess I got the green light Niggas know about Herb McGruff I'm on some murder stuff and when I talk every verb is rough MCs are live but I'm mad liver Ayo my rhymes are more funky than an African 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 Put up your dukes, then me and you cook raw 'Cause I stand tall an' kick ass like a football Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from Hell, I'm the fuck up outta here [Verse 4: Buddah Bless] Ayo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I'ma 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 no maricón for poems and slidin' hotties home Here's some advice, I'm mad nice Ayo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life My swellin' melon got niggas gellin' Ayo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon [Verse 5: Big Twan] Yo, I'm bustin' 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 your show I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid No frail kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail Yeah and I'm nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, ayo, 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's sawed off And when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out For dissin', you'll come up missin', like a cub scout [Verse 6: Killa Kam] Rappers be funny like flesh 'cause they sections say they slaughter son Talk about nines and TECs and never shot a water gun But Killa Kam I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with an 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 Lenox 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 hell raiser I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but lead Boom bye-bye then find another batty boy dead In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crackyard valleys And I pack more rallies 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 to 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 cast and crutches And niggas, I don't 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 niggas learn when I burn their motherfuckin' ass to ash No need to question am I nice, 'cause it's a fact friend I shoot the gift like Santa Claus 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, ayo, 8 Iz Enuff