Текст песни 8 Is Enuff (Demo Version) - Big L
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
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'
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
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
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
nomaticom
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
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
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
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
boy
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
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
and
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
N
F
L
crew
My
crew,
word
up
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