Lyrics 5 Fingers of Death (feat. D.I.T.C.) - Big L feat. D.I.T.C.
Where
are
you?
Hey,
there
you
are!
How
does
it
feel
to
know
you
only
have
a
few
more
seconds
to
live?
Check
it,
I
stay
jeweled
up,
pockets
swelled
up
from
banks
I
held
up
Plenty
bitch-ass
niggas
Big
L
stuck
I
never
catch
cold
feet
when
I
hold
heat
We
roll
deep,
Triple
Fat
dogs
in
their
old
jeep
I
catch
a
fag
three
o′clock
in
the
morn
On
the
block
all
alone
and
put
the
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
shit
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
shit,
trying
to
be
something
they
not
Your
faggot
ass
better
stick
to
dancing,
don′t
even
look
at
me
I
might
break
your
jaw
for
glancing,
that′s
right
In
'97
Harlem
kids
is
blowing
And
we
don′t
trip,
we'll
let
a
bitch
starve
til
her
ribs
are
showing
Lord
Finesse...
It′s
the
divine
mastermind,
I
turn
nickels
to
dimes
The
authentic
genuine
that's
out
to
shine
The
cool
cat,
the
true
mack,
the
smooth
raps
Chickens
be
like
"Who′s
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
barbeque,
niggas
better
stop
trying
to
grill
me
Huh,
sent
that
style
to
the
essence
Got
niggas
stressing
my
style,
pull
like
fluoresence
No
question,
tough
type
to
clutch
mics
No
positive
upright,
I′m
the
"I
don't
give
a
fuck"
type
Expose
the
facts,
you
know
the
haps
We
go
to
laugh
astrological,
like
the
signs
in
the
Zodiac
To
rap
you,
out
the
stack
glue,
word
up
My
style′s
tighter
than
a
fat
bitch
in
a
cat
suit
Suprise
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...
Yo
I'm
the
cleverest,
top
ten
terrorist
Chickens
ever
diss,
they
become
featherless
Hate
derelicts,
certified
gold
metalist
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
breaks
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.,
have
shorties
Caught
up
in
the
mental,
watch
her
bless
A.G
Eveidently,
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
Bitches
can′t
get
this,
faggots
remain
dickless
Fat
Joe...
Before
we
get
started,
let's
talk
about
these
coward-hearted
MC′s
That
claim
to
be
true
O.G.'s
and
war
specialists
Forever
busting
guns
on
the
circus
ship
But
when
the
beef
comes,
get
on
the???
You
know
the
deal,
I
come
with
nothing
but
the
real
Certified
pejente,
recognize
mi
gente
Whether
East
Coast
or
West
Coast,
I'll
lick
′em
all
Strip
naked,
bitch
niggas
will
never
be
respected
Joey
Green,
bagging
doubles
up
in
Bowling
Green
For
all
my
team,
packing
the
nine,
for
soon
as
this
team
is
rolling
clean
You
know
the
team,
never
giving
a
fuck
Playing
thick
in
the
cut,
get
your
shit
laced
up
WHAT
THE
FUCK!
Diamond
D...
Yo
I′m
flipping
on
niggas
like
Dre's
and
Cracks
My
raps
react
on
your
cardiac
like
a
heart
attack
Some
niggas
front
for
stunts
who
want
Take
a
puff
of
the
blunt
and
play
a
nigga
like
a
chump
But
I
don′t
play
that
shit
for
no
chicks
Sucking
the
next
nigga's
dick,
moving
pricks
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,
right
at
home
saying
"Bail
me
out"
Little
small
time,
fucked
up
when
you
called
mines
D
Squared,
one
of
the
greatest
of
all
time
Yeah,
D.I.T.C.
representing
for
the
′97,
word
life
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