Da Graveyard

It's the number one crew in the area

The Big L be lighting **** like incense

Getting men lynched, too intense

I'm killing infants for ten cents

'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis

Got fly chicks on my dick who don't even speak English

I'm making ducks shed much tears, I buck queers

I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?

I'm grabbing brews, taking fast swiggers

I get cash and stack figures and harass them bitch ass ****

After you, your man will get scarred next

And if your squad flex, I'm letting off like Bernard Goetz

A Tec-9 is my utensil

Filling **** with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil

I'm known for snatching purses and bombing churches

I get more pussy by accident than most **** get on purpose

I got drug spots from New York to Canada

'Cause Big L be fucking with more keys than a janitor

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

Fucking with me 'cause I give 'em hell

So don't try to front, troop

When your style is played out just like an OshKosh jump suit

I'm out to collect figures

I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, ****

Not a role model, I'm a bad figure

When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, ****

I got it locked like a warden

Rap without finesse is like the NBA without Jordan

So all your new Jacks kicking whack raps

It's a fact that I'll be on your fucking back like a knapsack

It ain't shit you can tell me

Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP

It's the number one crew in the area

Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard

It's the number one crew in the area

Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard

Yo, I got a death wish

That's why I talk so much fucking 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

Ah, fool, ah, goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry

It's time for motherfuckers 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 running like rats

Blind bats or fucking crazed cats

'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose

And you're wondering how the fuck did this madman get cut loose

From twenty-five consecutive twenty-five to life bids

For murdering up some fucking white kids

These were the kids of the prison guards

Then I started killing 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 back to haunt shit and talk shit

Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious

I run through you with a maneuver and German luger

Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fucking sewer

Please show me where the crack is at

While they quarter crack the sack

I crack their backs like Cracker Jacks

So I'm the one you should run from

Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun

The way I rock, no way you could stop

I stop, pop, and drop when Jay gets hot

When I'm in the zone, better hold your own

'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem

Pound for p-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 **** ass half silly on the one

Fuckin' A, fuckin' Jay, ill with skill

So ladies step up, I get around like a wheel

I'm never choking off chronic 'cause I'm bionic

Bitches are screaming like Onyx

Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it

Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step

Through your neighborhood with nothing but a rep

I'm giving these ladies something they can feel 'cause I'm real

Your man get out of line and it's kill, kill, kill

It's the number one crew in the area

Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard

It's the number one crew in the area

Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard

Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry

I'm throwing **** off the roof, said you wanna be the fall guy

So mess around, you'll be a dead man

I get hype, tonight's the night like Red Man

Enough respect to Big L who get wreck

Chiggity-check yourself 'cause I ain't working with a full deck

I'm lethal, eating people like Jeffrey Dahmer

I'm the sequel, head or gut like illegal

So whatcha want?

Yo, I'm strapped with the gat, step up, brap, brap

I'm leaving caps in your back, fool

I rip tracks, wanna say peace to hip hop

A **** disagree, bring it on and get dropped

I get wrecked, I'm party hardy so hit the deck

The kid with the Tec smoking **** like cigarettes

Now some ask me how I'm getting jewels

I tell 'em, pick up, pick up

It's a stick up, stick up, I stick and move

And that's how we do

So while you grab the gat and let loose

Yo, rat, tat, tat, I got the gat cocked

****, we ghost man a punk?

I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose

I'm shooting up like the west is, fuck suggestions

I'll blow out a ****'s intestines

Better dip fast, quick fast or you won't last

One blast will put your ass in a body cast

And I be killing for rep, get ill in a sec

Nine mil on your neck, blood spilling is still in effect

Constantly committing grand larceny

Arsony, **** don't want no parts of me

Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck

His jewels was struck, he got his ass stuck

So what the fuck is you saying hops?

I'm wanted for slaying cops

Whoever's around when I be spraying drops

But I ain't giving a fuck who gets hit

**** copping pleas but I ain't tryna hear shit

I'll burn you faggot **** like toast

If you die and come back, I'll shoot your spirit

Now your ass is just a holy ghost

You try to play me to the left

You better put a target on your head

'Cause you're marked for death