Big L - 8 Iz Enuff Lyrics | Big L Lyrics
 |
||
| Artists A to Z: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z | ||
| Lyrics >> Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous - 8 Iz Enuff Lyrics | ||
|
Some information about 8 Iz Enuff Lyrics Title: Big L - 8 Iz Enuff lyrics Artist: Big L Album: Lifestylez Ov Da Poor Dangerous Visitors: 4 visitors have visited 8 Iz Enuff Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Yo My crew is in the house TerraHerb McGruffBuddah Bless Big TwanKilla KamTrooper Jand Mike Boogie And I ma set it like this [ VERSE 1: Big L ] Aiyofolks 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 fastwhen my Smith-Wes blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rulesI sport jewels and extort crews Don t get me pissedI got a short fuse I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirtjerk So stay alertno smokecause these knuckles hurt I m from the alleynot the valley I m hotter than Caliwicked like Harry And fuck SallyI rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don t hang with jive pals AdiosghostI m 5 thous [ VERSE 2: Terra ] WellI m flavand I was down with the crime wave Now it s time savedyocause now I m a rhyme slave In 87 I sold crackscollected some dough stacks Hold gatsa joker got his soul taxed N.O. ratedrappers you no-made it Tell the Terra to rotate ithis raps are gold-plated This nigga Terra is past buttersharp like a glass cutter Ass brotherI leave your rhyme trash gutter I m more rarethe MC in this warfare Put you in a morgue where it s too late for that Lord prayer Power struckTerra drops the follow-up Sour luckniggas got and popped and swallow nuts [ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ] For those that don t knowyoI m Herb McGruff I m on some murder stuff And when I talk every word is ruff Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruisebreak bones Then wind up bloody in a bodybag MC s are livebut I m mad liver Aiyomy rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver Step to this and get sliced with ease Ate up like rice and peas (Herbcan you fight?) YoI m nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shitI had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big Lstraight from hell I m the fuck up outta here [ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ] Aiyoit s time to get drasticbut God bless the fantastic Herb passed itnow I melt the mic like it s plastic I rag crews cause I m bad news In a mad move I m servin brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown Cause I m a ?nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home Here s some adviceI m mad nice AiyoI m quick to lick the mag twice And cold take a fag s life My swellin melon got niggas jealin Aiyofuck bribesI m takin niggas lives like a felon [ VERSE 5: Big Twan ] YoI bust chumps like a glock 10when I drops in The top ten is rocked when it s locked in I just abuse the flowdon t need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slowwhen I rhyme I just kill the show I got lines that s deeper than a jail Been no frailkids get nailed and read braille when they fail Yeahain t I nastytoo nasty to trash me Bash meaiyothat s deadso don t ask me You d get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come softI gotta pump that sawed-off And when I let slugs outyou will get rugged out For dissinyou come up missin like a cup scout [ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ] Rappers be funny like fleshcause they section s 80 slaughterson Talk about nines and tecsand never shot a watergun But Killa KamI get erratic when it comes to static There you have ita trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease cause once I release My crew from the eastwe leavin at least 20 police deceasedit s the beast on attack So make tracksI break backs I jack with def gats and black macs On Lennox Ave. ain t no light looksyou fight crooks Left and right hooksif you frontget your life took [ VERSE 7: Trooper J ] I m havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser I m blazin trails from jail cellsso a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead Boom-bye-byedem find another batty bwoy dead In backyard alleysbut 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 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 upand keep my head straight [ VERSE 8: Mike Boogie ] 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 domespoppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home Word to Godit s kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you re comin to see meniggabring a cask and crutches And niggasI dont need a gun for younone of you Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2 And it s death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash No need to question am I nicecause it s a factfriend I shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10 And niggas ain t half as niceso they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlifethey ain t no match for Mike Now I m bout to skate in a rushjust finished makin it tough Peace to Big Laiyo8 is enough Truetrue 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 Rockin Wheel from the Hard Pack Crew Peace to Mase Murder and the B.B.O. Crew The Best Out Crewthe MM 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 Hottest songs from Big L : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
|
|
| Also visit juegos, free online games and frases | ||