8 Iz Enuff

作曲 : Best, Buddah Bless, Coleman ...

Yo, my crew is in the house

Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless

Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J

And Mike Boogie, and I'mma set it like this

Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked

You better surrender before you get smoked

You mother****ers 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 **** Sally, I rather marry Halle

I revive crowds with live styles

Don't hang with jive pals

Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'

Well, I'm flave

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, and low rated

Rappers you know who 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 gotten props to swallow nuts

For those that don't know

Yo, I'm Herb McGruff

I'm on some murder stuff

And when I talk every verb is rough

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 African 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 b***h 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 shit up outta here

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 mood

I'm serving brothers quicker than fast food

Step to this and get your body blown

'Cause I'm no 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, **** bribes

I'm taking niggas lives like a felon

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 bid

No frail, kids get nailed

And read braille when they fail, dig

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

But when I let slugs out

You will get rubbed out, for dissin'

You come up missing like a cub scout

Rappers be funny like Fletch

Cause they sections say they 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 Lenox Ave. ain't no light looks

You fight crooks, left and right hooks

If you front, get your life took

I'm having 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 nothing but lead

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

In backyard alleys

But I call 'em crack-more valleys

And I pack more rallies 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

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 coming to see me

B*****s, bring a cast and crutches

And niggas, I don't need a gun for you

None of you, cause I can kill you dead

With the lead from my Number 2

And it's death in every paragraph

And niggas learn when I burn their

B***h ass to ash

No need to question am I nice

Cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like Santa Claus 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 Rock-N-Will 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