Yo

My crew is in the house

Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless

Big Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie

And I'ma set it like this



[ VERSE 1: Big L ]

Aiyo, folks 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 fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast

So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews

Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse

I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk

So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt

I'm from the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry

And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle

I revive crowds with live styles

Don't hang with jive pals

Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'



[ VERSE 2: Terra ]

Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave

Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave

In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks

Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed

N.O. rated, rappers you no-made it

Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter

Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter

I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare

Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer

Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up

Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts



[ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ]

For those that don't know, yo, I'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 bruise, break bones

Then wind up bloody in a bodybag

MC's are live, but I'm mad liver

Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver

Step to this and get sliced with ease

Ate up like rice and peas

(Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these

Ask the nigga in my last bout

He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out

Microphones I gotta tear

Peace to Big L, straight from hell

I'm the fuck up outta here



[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic

Herb passed it, now 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 known maricon for poems I slide the hotties home

Here's some advice, I'm mad nice

Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice

And cold take a fag's life

My swellin melon got niggas jealin

Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin niggas lives like a felon



[ VERSE 5: Big Twan ]

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in

The top ten is rocked when it's locked in

I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow

Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show

I got lines that's deeper than a jail

Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me

Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me

You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off

I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off

And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out

For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout



[ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ]

Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, son

Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun

But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static

There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic

Increase the peace that cease cause once I release

My crew from the east, we leavin at least

20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack

So make tracks, I break backs

I jack with def gats and black macs

On Lennox Ave. ain't no light looks, you fight crooks

Left and right hooks, if you front, get 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 cells, so a trailblazer

Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead

Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead

In backyard alleys, but 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 up, and 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 domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home

Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches

And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none 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 nice, cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10

And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed

And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike

Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough

Peace to Big L, aiyo, 8 is enough



True, true

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 Crew, the M&M 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