Intro:   It’s the number one crew in the area.      Big l:   Big l be lightin’ niggas like incense   Gettin’ men lynched to win tits   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 you’re gonna get scared next   And if ya squad flex   I’m lettin’ off like bernard getts   A tech nine is my utensil   Fillin’ niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil   I’m known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches   I get more pussy on accident then 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      Lord finesse:   Now it’s the dictator who’s style is 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 ya 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 ya new jacks kickin’ wack raps   It’s a fact that   I’ll be on your fuckin’ back like a napsack   It ain’t shit you can tell me   Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin’ lp      Hook:   It’s the number one crew in the area   "known for sendin’ garbage mcs to the graveyard" (x2)      Microphone nut:   Yo I got a death wish   That’s why I talk so much motherfuckin’ 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   ? no need to lie or cry it’s time motherfucker to die   Because to me death is like sex   And if my brain was a deck of cards I’d be missing a whole deck   Strap up a mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin’ like rats   The blind bats are fuckin’ crazed cats   Cause the microphone let’s loose   And you’re wonderin’ how the fuck did this madman get cut loose   from 25 consecutive 25 the life is   For murderin’ up some fuckin’ white kids   These were the kids of the prison guards   Then I startin’ 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 decked to hawk shit and talk shit   Whoever flaunts 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      Jay-z:   The way I rock   No way you could stop   I shock 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 none   And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one   Fuckin’ a fuckin’ jay ill with skill   So ladies step up I get around like a wheel   I’m never chokin’ off chronic skills are bonic   Bitches will treat me like onyx   Respect that I’ll peel a punks cap back and sign it   Creep through your block fuck a glock I step   Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep   I’m giving these ladies something they can feel cause I’m real   Ya man get outta line and it’s kill kill kill      Hook (x2)      Party arty of ghetto dwellaz:   Yo ya step up and you’ll get played like the small fry   I’m throwin’ niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy   So mess around you’ll be a dead man   I get hype tonite’s the 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 jeffery 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 tracks 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 tech smokin’ niggas like cigarettes   Now some ask me how I’m gettin’ jewels   I say big up big up it’s a stick up stick up   I stick and move      Big l:   And that’s how we do. so y.u. grab the gat and let loose      Y.u.:   Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked   Nigga we ghost man a punk?    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 niggas intestines   Better dip fast 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   Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect   Constantly comittin’ grand larceny   Arsony niggas don’t want no parts of me   Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck   His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck   So what the fuck is you sayin’ hop?    I’m wanted for slayin’ cops   Who’s ever 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 (echo)