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Artist :Big L
Album :Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous
Title :

8 Iz Enuff

My crew is in the house
TerraHerb McGruffBuddah Bless
Big TwanKilla KamTrooper Jand Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it like this

[ VERSE 1: Big L ]
Aiyofolks 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 fastwhen my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rulesI sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissedI got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirtjerk
So stay alertno smokecause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alleynot the valley
I'm hotter than Caliwicked like Harry
And fuck SallyI rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
AdiosghostI'm 5 thous'

[ VERSE 2: Terra ]
WellI'm flavand I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time savedyocause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold crackscollected some dough stacks
Hold gatsa joker got his soul taxed
N.O. ratedrappers you no-made it
Tell the Terra to rotate ithis raps are gold-plated
This nigga Terra is past buttersharp like a glass cutter
Ass brotherI leave your rhyme trash gutter
I'm more rarethe MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struckTerra drops the follow-up
Sour luckniggas got and popped and swallow nuts

[ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ]
For those that don't knowyoI'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 bruisebreak bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag
MC's are livebut I'm mad liver
Aiyomy rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step to this and get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice and peas
(Herbcan you fight?) YoI'm nice with these
Ask the nigga in my last bout
He thought I just was on some gun shitI had to knock his ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to Big Lstraight from hell
I'm the fuck up outta here

[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]
Aiyoit's time to get drasticbut God bless the fantastic
Herb passed itnow 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 adviceI'm mad nice
AiyoI'm quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fag's life
My swellin melon got niggas jealin
Aiyofuck bribesI'm takin niggas lives like a felon

[ VERSE 5: Big Twan ]
YoI bust chumps like a glock 10when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's locked in
I just abuse the flowdon't need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slowwhen I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a jail
Been no frailkids get nailed and read braille when they fail
Yeahain't I nastytoo nasty to trash me
Bash meaiyothat's deadso don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come softI gotta pump that sawed-off
And when I let slugs outyou will get rugged out
For dissinyou come up missin like a cup scout

[ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ]
Rappers be funny like fleshcause they section's 80 slaughterson
Talk about nines and tecsand never shot a watergun
But Killa KamI get erratic when it comes to static
There you have ita trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease cause once I release
My crew from the eastwe leavin at least
police deceasedit's the beast on attack
So make tracksI break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On Lennox Ave. ain't no light looksyou fight crooks
Left and right hooksif you frontget 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 cellsso a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead
Boom-bye-byedem find another batty bwoy dead
In backyard alleysbut 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 upand 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 domespoppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home
Word to Godit's kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you're comin to see meniggabring a cask' and crutches
And niggasI dont' need a gun for younone 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 nicecause it's a factfriend
I shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10
And niggas ain't half as niceso they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlifethey ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rushjust finished makin it tough
Peace to Big Laiyo8 is enough

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 Crewthe 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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