Da Graveyard

Lyrics

[Intro: Big L] It's the number one crew in the area! [Verse 1: Big L] The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched And when tense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents 'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?! I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch-ass niggas! After you, your man'll get scarred next And if your squad flex, I'm lettin' off like Bernhard Goetz A TEC-9 is my utensil, fillin' niggas with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada 'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters And rappers, I hit 'em well They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with me 'cause I give 'em Hell So don't try to front, troop When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fuckin' neck, nigga Not a role model, I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack It ain't shit you can tell me Because bitches still jel' me without a motherfuckin' LP [Chorus: Big L] It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" [Verse 3: Microphone Nut] Yo, I got a death wish That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip so I can fill up this clip And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette and let 'em smoke the four-fifth Ah, fool! Ah, goodbye! No need to try to lie or cry It's time for motherfuckers to die Because to me, death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck Strap up the MAC — Clack! Clack! Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats 'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose? From 25 consecutive, 25-to-life bids For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I started killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard One-two, everybody's through The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger Wreck like Das EFX, straight out the fuckin' sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack, I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks So I'm the one you should run from because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun [Verse 4: Jay-Z] The way I rock, no way you could stop I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone, better hold ya own 'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem Pound for p-p-pound, the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake, rattle and roll and wreck shit like Nunn And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one Fuckin' A! Buckin' Jay! ill with skill So ladies, step up, I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic, skills are bionic Bitches are screamin' like Onyx Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step Through your neighborhood, armed with nothin' but a rep I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real Ya man get outta line and it's (kill-kill-kill-kill) [Chorus: Big L] It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area! "Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard" [Verse 5: Party Arty] Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof since you wanna be the Fall Guy So mess around, you'll be a dead man I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman 'Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck Chiggidy-check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck I'm lethal, eatin' people Not Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal So what'cha want? Yo, I'm strapped with the gats Step up — plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop A nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped! I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels I tell em', "Big up! Big up! It's a stick up! Stick up!" I stick and move! [Bridge: Big L] And that's how we do! So I.U, grab the gat and let loose [Verse 6: Grand Daddy I.U.] Yo, rat-tat-tat! I got the gat cocked Nigga be ghost, play the post? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions I'll blow out a nigga's intestines! Better dip past quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a body cast And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony Niggas don't want no parts of me! Never passed up a fast buck Ask the last duck — his jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck! So what the fuck is you sayin', hops? I'm wanted for slayin' cops Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops! But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit! I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit Now your ass is just a holy ghost You tried to play me to the left? You better put a target on your head 'Cause you're marked for death!