Graveyard

Intro:

Its the number one crew in the area.

Big l:

Big l be lightin niggas like incense

Gettin men lynched to win tits

Im killin infants for ten cents

Cause Im a street genius with a unique penis

Got fly chicks on my dick that dont even speak english

Im makin ducks shed much tears

I buck queers

I dont have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares? 

Im grabbin brews takin fast swiggas

I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas

After you youre gonna get scared next

And if ya squad flex

Im 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

Im 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 its the dictator whos style is greater

Its 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 dont try to front troop

When your style is played out just like an oshkosh jumpsuit

Im out to collect figures

Im on some wu-tang shit so protect ya fuckin neck nigga

Not a role model Im 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

Its a fact that

Ill be on your fuckin back like a napsack

It aint shit you can tell me

Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin lp

Hook:

Its the number one crew in the area

"known for sendin garbage mcs to the graveyard"	 (x2)

Microphone nut:

Yo I got a death wish

Thats 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 its time motherfucker to die

Because to me death is like sex

And if my brain was a deck of cards Id 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 lets loose

And youre 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 everybodys through

The microphone nut flew over the prison walls without a clue

And now Im 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 Im 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 Im 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

Im never chokin off chronic skills are bonic

Bitches will treat me like onyx

Respect that Ill 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

Im giving these ladies something they can feel cause Im real

Ya man get outta line and its kill kill kill

Hook (x2)

Party arty of ghetto dwellaz:

Yo ya step up and youll get played like the small fry

Im throwin niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy

So mess around youll be a dead man

I get hype tonites the night like redman

Nuff respect to big l who get wreck

Chiggidy check yourself cause I aint workin with a full deck

Im lethal, eatin people

Not jeffery dahmer Im the sequel

Head or gut like illegal

So what cha want? 

Yo Im strapped with the gats step up plap plap

Im 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 Im party arty so hit the deck

The kid with the tech smokin niggas like cigarettes

Now some ask me how Im gettin jewels

I say big up big up its a stick up stick up

I stick and move

Big l:

And thats 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

Im shootin up like the west is

Fuck suggestions

Ill blow out a niggas intestines

Better dip fast quick fast or you wont 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 dont 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? 

Im wanted for slayin cops

Whos ever around when I be sprayin drops

But I aint givin a fuck who gets hit

Niggas coppin pleas but I aint tryin to hear shit

Ill 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 youre marked for death (echo)