5 Fingas of Death

Lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Bacon] Where are you? Hey, there you are! How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds left to live? [Verse 1: Big L] (Big L!) Check it! I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck I never catch cold feet when I hold heat We roll deep in a triple black dark-tinted old Jeep I catch a fag 3 o'clock in the morn' On the block all alone and put a Glock to his dome Tell him, "Give it up quick, you nitwit! Don't try to get slick Or I'ma let this four-fifth spit and leave your shit split" Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me A true thug, for real, you can ask the precinct about me A rap junkie, don't try to play me like some flunky Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy Mad niggas be frontin' a lot Poppin' mad shit, tryna be somethin' they not Your faggot ass better stick to dancin' Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin' That's right! In '97, Harlem kids is blowin' And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs are showin' [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] (Lord Finesse!) Hear the divine mastermind, I turn nickels to dimes The authentic genuine that's out to shine The cool cat, the true mack with smooth raps Chickens be like, "Who that?" I be doin' my thing, kid (True dat!) Forget frontin', I'm beyond that I roll with brothers ready for combat All for eye-to-eye contact With skills, G, yo, it's ill see, for real, B Ain't no barbecue, niggas better stop tryna grill me Huh! Send dead styles to the essence Got niggas stressin', my style glow like fluorescence No question! Tough type to clutch mics The positive upright, I'm that "I don't give a fuck" type Expose the facts, you know the halves, could go to laugh Astrological like the signs in the Zodiac The rap troop out to stack loot Word up! My style's tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suit Surprise, G, it's not wise see to size me When I operate, it's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isley Gotta do my thing, word up! (Beg ya pardon?) Time to bounce, gotta skate like Tonya Harding [Verse 3: A.G.] (A.G.!) Yo, I'm the cleverest top ten terrorist Chickens ever diss? They become featherless Hate derelicts, certified gold medalist You play fly 'cause I'm the most high like Everest Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the Crates Won't succeed movin' at full speed with no brakes Like Jake, watch me take your entourage Can't see me, I'm camouflaged Besides, I'm God Mad hard like the S.A.T Now shorty's caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G Evidently, you still don't know because you tempt me Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty Not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty like the doctor Smoke a Spike Joint and watch Clockers Get rude like Shabba Make moves, behind my block is crazy sickness You want the pure? You better pick this Bitches can't get this, faggots remain dickless [Verse 4: Fat Joe] (Fat Joe!) Before we get started, let's talk about these coward-hearted MC's that claim to be true O.G.'s And war specialists, forever bust your guns on the sack of shit But when the beef come, get on the ___ before I protest your licks You know the deal, I come with nothin' but the real Certified pejente, recognize mi gente Whether East Coast or West Coast, I'll make 'em all strip naked Bitch niggas will never get respected Joey Green baggin' devils up in Bowling Green for all is clean Cock the 9 soon as I seen his Rolie gleam You know the team, never givin' a fuck Layin' thick in the cut, get your shit laced up What the fuck? [Verse 5: Diamond D] (Diamond D!) Yo, I'm flippin' on niggas like treys of cracks My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack Some niggas front for stunts Who want to take a puff of the blunt And play a nigga like a chump? But I don't play that shit with no chicks Suckin' the next nigga's dick, movin' bricks I'm too slick for you high school dropouts You got knocked and tried to cop out Couldn't fight when the kids pulled the mop out And wails you out, writin' home, sayin', "Bail me out" Little small time, fucked up when you called mine D Squared, one of the Greatest of All Times [Outro: Diamond D] Yeah! D.I.T.C. representin' for the '97, word life