Da Graveyard - Big L It's the number one crew in the area Big L be lightin' niggas like incense Getting 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 f**k 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 f**kin' with more keys than a janitor Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherf**kin' now and laters And rappers I hit them well They automatically go to heaven f**kin' with me cause I give them 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 f**kin' 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 f**kin' back like a napsack It ain't shit you can tell me Cause bitches still jock me without a motherf**kin' lp It's the number one crew in the area Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the grave yard It's the number one crew in the area Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the grave yard Yo I got a death wish That's why I talk so much motherf**kin' shit I want these bitch motherf**kers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between They lips like a cigarette And let them smoke the four fifth Ah four ah gabar No need to lie or cry It's time for motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are f**kin' crazed cats Cause the microphone let's loose And you're wonderin' how the f**k did this madman get cut loose From 25 consecutive 25 the life is For murderin' up some f**kin' 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 them unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and german luger Wreck like das efx straight out the f**kin' 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 motherf**kin' stun gun 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 F**kin' a f**kin' 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 f**k 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 kill It's the number one crew in the area Known for send the garbage Mcs to the grave yard It's the number one crew in the area Known for send the garbage MCs to the grave yard 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