Big L: Big L be lightin` niggas like incense Gettin` men lynched to win tits I`m killin` infants for ten cents Cause I`m a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don`t even speak English I`m makin` ducks shed much tears I buck queers I don`t have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares? I`m grabbin` brews takin` fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas After you you`re gonna get scared next And if ya squad flex I`m 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 I`m 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 it`s the dictator who`s style is greater It`s 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 don`t try to front troop When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit I`m out to collect figures I`m on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya fuckin` Neck nigga Not a role model I`m 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 It`s a fact that I`ll be on your fuckin` back like a napsack It ain`t shit you can tell me Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin` LP
Hook: It`s the number one crew in the area Known for sendin` garbage MCs to the graveyard (x2)
Microphone Nut: Yo I got a death wish That`s 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 it`s time motherfucker to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards I`d 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 let`s loose And you`re 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 everybody`s through The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I`m 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 I`m 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 I`m 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 I`m never chokin` off chronic skills are bonic Bitches will treat me like Onyx Respect that I`ll 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 I`m giving these ladies something they can feel cause I`m real Ya man get outta line and it`s kill kill kill
