Intro:
 It's the number one crew in the area.

 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

 Hook (x2)

 Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:
 Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry
 I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy
 So mess around you'll be a dead man
 I get hype Tonite's The Night like Redman
 Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
 Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck
 I'm lethal, eatin' people
 Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel
 Head Or Gut like Illegal
 So what cha want?
 Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap
 I'm 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 I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
 The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like cigarettes
 Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
 I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up
 I stick and move

 Big L:
 And that's 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
 I'm shootin' up like the west is
 Fuck suggestions
 I'll blow out a niggas intestines
 Better dip fast quick fast or you won't 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 don't 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?
 I'm wanted for slayin' cops
 Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops
 But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit
 Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit
 I'll 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 you're marked for death (echo