作曲 : Best, Buddah Bless, Coleman ...
Yo, my crew is in the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J
And Mike Boogie, and I'mma set it like this
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
Don't 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
I'm from the alley, not the valley
I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry
And **** Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'
Well, I'm flave
And I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo
Cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks
Collected some dough stacks, hold gats
A joker got his soul taxed, and low rated
Rappers you know who 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
I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue
Where it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas gotten props to swallow nuts
For those that don't know
Yo, I'm Herb McGruff
I'm 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
MC's are live, but I'm mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky
Than a African cab driver
Step to this and get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice and peas
(Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm 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
I'm the **** up outta here
Aiyo, it's time to get drastic
But God bless the fantastic, herb passed it
Now I melt the mic like it's plastic
I rag crews 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad mood
I'm serving brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
'Cause I'm no maricon
For poems I slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, I'm mad nice
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got niggas jealin'
Aiyo, **** bribes
I'm taking niggas lives like a felon
Yo, I bust chumps like a Glock 10
When I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow
Don't need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow
When I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid
No frail, kids get nailed
And read braille when they fail, dig
Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
But when I let slugs out
You will get rubbed out, for dissin'
You come up missing like a cub scout
Rappers be funny like Fletch
Cause they sections say they 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
It's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On Lenox Ave. ain't no light looks
You fight crooks, left and right hooks
If you front, get your life took
I'm having nail-sharp pains
In my brain like a Hellraiser
I'm blazin' trails from jail cells
So a trailblazer who find crime
And fill the nine with nothing but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead
In backyard alleys
But I call 'em crack-more valleys
And I pack more rallies 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 up
And keep my head straight
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' domes, poppin' bones
And sendin' niggas hoppin' home
Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you're coming to see me
Nigga, bring a cast and crutches
And niggas, I don't need a gun for you
None of you, cause I can kill you dead
With the lead from my Number 2
And it's death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn their
Mother****in' ass to ash
No need to question am I nice
Cause it's a fact, friend
I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a Mac-10
And niggas ain't half as nice
So they get sacrificed, and sent to the afterlife
They ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm 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
What's up to Rock-N-Will 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 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