Big L

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