8 Iz Enuff

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Yo My crew is in the house Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie And ima set it like this big l Aiyo, folks 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 fast, when my smith-wes blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap new york rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Dont get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt Im from the alley, not the valley Im hotter than cali, wicked like harry And fuck sally, I rather marry halle I revive crowds with live styles Dont hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, Im 5 thous terra Well, Im flav, and I was down with the crime wave Now its time saved, yo, cause now Im a rhyme slave In 87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed N.o. rated, rappers you no-made it Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated This nigga terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter Im more rare, the mc in this warfare Put you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayer Power struck, terra drops the follow-up Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts Herb mcgruff For those that dont know, yo, Im herb mcgruff Im on some murder stuff And when I talk every verb is rough Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruise, break bones Then wind up bloody in a bodybag Mcs are live, but Im mad liver Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than an african cab driver Step to this and get sliced with ease Ate up like rice and peas (herb, can you fight? ) yo, Im nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta tear Peace to big l, straight from hell Im the fuck up outta here buddah bless Aiyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like its plastic I rag crews cause Im bad news In a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown Cause Im a known medigan for poems I slide the hotties home Heres some advice, Im mad nice Aiyo, Im quick to lick the mag twice And cold take a fags life My swellin melon got niggas jealin Aiyo, fuck bribes, Im takin niggas lives like a felon big twan Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in The top ten is rocked when its locked in I just abuse the flow, dont need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show I got lines thats deeper than a jail Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail Yeah, aint I nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, aiyo, thats dead, so dont ask me Youd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout killa kam Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they sections 80 slaughter, son Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun But killa kam, I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease cause once I release My crew from the east, we leavin at least 20 police deceased, its the beast on attack So make tracks, I break backs I jack with def gats and black macs On lennox ave. aint no light looks, you fight crooks Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took trooper j Im havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser Im blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead In backyard alleys, but 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 Im in a daze and Im so confused >from seein heads shake so many times the lead make And mike boogies next up, and keep my head straight mike boogie I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest Kids evacuate the premises like its a bomb threat Cause they know when I start droppin poems That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home Word to god, its kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if youre comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask and crutches And niggas, I dont need a gun for you, none of you Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no. 2 And its death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash No need to question am I nice, cause its a fact, friend I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10 And niggas aint half as nice, so they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlife, they aint no match for mike Now Im bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough True, true And before I get up outta here I gotta say peace to d-whiz and short man Brothers that was there since the beginning Whats up to rockin wheel from the hard pack crew Peace to mase murder and the b.b.o. crew The best out crew, the m&m crew And all the other crews thats representin in harlem You know what Im sayin? And last but not least I gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crew My crew Word up