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点击复制5 Fingers of Death - Big L/D.I.T.C.
Where are you
Hey there you are
How does it feel
To know you only have a few more seconds left to live
Big L Big L
Big L Big L
Big L Big L
Big L Big L
Check it
I stay jeweled up pockets swelled up from banks I held up
Plenty b**ch a** niggas Big L stuck
I never catch cold feet when I hold heat
We roll deep in a triple black dark tinted old Jeep
I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
On the block all alone and put a Glock to his dome
Tell him give it up quick you nitwit
Don't try to get slick
Or I'm a let this four fifth spit
And leave your sh*t split
Grip it ain't nothing decent about me
A true thug for real you can ask the precinct about me
A rap junkie don't try to play me like some flunky
Jewels be chunky pockets lumpy attitude grumpy
Mad niggas be fronting a lot
Popping mad sh*t tryna be something they not
Your faggot a** better stick to dancing
Don't even look at me
I might break your jaw just for glancing that's right
In 97 Harlem kids is blowing
And we don't trick
We'll let a b**ch starve till her ribs are showing
Heated divine mastermind that turn nickels to dimes
The authentic genuine one that's out to shine
The cool cat the true Mack the smooth raps
Chickens be like who that I be doing my thing kid
True dat
Forget fronting I'm beyond that
I roll with brothers ready for combat
All for eye to eye contact
With skills G yo it's ill see for real B
Ain't no barbecue niggas better stop tryna grill me
Huh sent that style to the essence
Got niggas stressing my style pull like fluorescents
No question tough type to clutch mics
The positive upright I'm the I don't give a f**k type
Expose the facts you know the haps
Could go to laugh astrological like the signs in the Zodiac
Your rap crew out the stack loop word up
My style's tighter than a fat b**ch in a cat suit
Surprise G it's not wise see to size me
When I operate it's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely
Gotta do my thing word up
Beg ya pardon
Time to bounce gotta skate like Tonya Harding
A.G. A.G. A.G. A.G.
A.G. A.G. A.G.
Yo I'm the cleverest top ten terrorist
Chickens ever diss they become featherless
Hate derelicts certified gold medalist
You play fly cause I'm the most high like Everest
Look at all these fakes
Musically you imitate the Crates
Won't succeed moving at full speed with no brakes
Like Jake watch me take your entourage
Can't see me I'm camoflauge and besides I'm God
Mad hard like the S.A.T. who have shorties
Caught up in the mental watch her bless A.G
Evidently you still don't know because you tempt me
Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty
Not Fat Joey Crack but still Jealous One's Envy
Who sent me
D.I.T.C. good and plenty
Like the doctor
Smoke a spike joint and watch Clockers
Get rude like Shabba
Make moves behind my blockers
Crazy sickness you want the pure
You'd better pick this
B**ches can't get this
Faggots remain dickless
Fat Joe Fat Fat
Fat Fat Fat Fat
Before we get started
Let's talk about these coward hearted
MC's that claim to be true O.G.'s
The war specialists forever bust your guns
On the sack of sh*t
But when the beef come get on the
Before I protest your licks
You know the deal I come with nothing but the real
Certified pejente recognize mi gente
Whether East Coast or West Coast
I'll make them all strip naked B**ch niggas
Will never get respected
Joey Green bagging devils up in Bowling Green for all is clean
Cock the 9 soon as I seen his Rolie gleam
You know the team never giving a f**k
Laying thick in the cut get your sh*t laced up
What the f**k
Diamond D Diamond D
Diamond Diamond
Diamond D Diamond D
Diamond Diamond
Diamond D Diamond D
Diamond D
Yo I'm flipping on niggas like treys of crack
My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack
Some niggas front for stunts
Who want to take a puff of the blunt
And play a ni**a like a chump
But I don't play that sh*t with no chicks
Sucking the next ni**a's dick moving bricks
I'm too slick for you high school dropouts
You got knocked and tried to cop out
Couldn't fight when the kids pulled the mop out
And wails you out writing home saying bail me out
Little small time f**ked up when you called mine
D Squared one of the Greatest of All Times
Yeah D.I.T.C. representing for the 97 right
Word life word life