5 Fingers of Death (Explicit)
Big L「5 Fingers of Death (Explicit)」はBig Lの曲です, 2011, Pop。長さは4:40, 121 lines / 834 words。
歌詞
0:005 Fingers Of Death Ft. D.I.T.C. - Big L/D.I.T.C.
0:00Where are you
0:09Hey there you are
0:15How does it feel
0:16To know you only have a few more seconds left to live
0:24Big L Big L
0:27Big L Big L
0:29Big L Big L
0:32Big L Big L
0:33Check it
0:34I stay jeweled up pockets swelled up from banks I held up
0:37Plenty b**ch a** niggas Big L stuck
0:39I never catch cold feet when I hold heat
0:41We roll deep in a triple black dark tinted old Jeep
0:44I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
0:46On the block all alone and put a Glock to his dome
0:49Tell him give it up quick you nitwit
0:51Don't try to get slick
0:52Or I'm a let this four fifth spit
0:53And leave your sh*t split
0:55Grip it ain't nothing decent about me
0:56A true thug for real you can ask the precinct about me
0:59A rap junkie don't try to play me like some flunky
1:02Jewels be chunky pockets lumpy attitude grumpy
1:05Mad niggas be fronting a lot
1:07Popping mad sh*t tryna be something they not
1:10Your faggot a** better stick to dancing
1:11Don't even look at me
1:13I might break your jaw just for glancing that's right
1:15In 97 Harlem kids is blowing
1:18And we don't trick
1:18We'll let a b**ch starve till her ribs are showing
1:25Heated divine mastermind that turn nickels to dimes
1:28The authentic genuine one that's out to shine
1:31The cool cat the true Mack the smooth raps
1:33Chickens be like who that I be doing my thing kid
1:35True dat
1:36Forget fronting I'm beyond that
1:37I roll with brothers ready for combat
1:39All for eye to eye contact
1:41With skills G yo it's ill see for real B
1:44Ain't no barbecue niggas better stop tryna grill me
1:47Huh sent that style to the essence
1:49Got niggas stressing my style pull like fluorescents
1:51No question tough type to clutch mics
1:54The positive upright I'm the I don't give a f**k type
1:57Expose the facts you know the haps
1:59Could go to laugh astrological like the signs in the Zodiac
2:02Your rap crew out the stack loop word up
2:04My style's tighter than a fat b**ch in a cat suit
2:07Surprise G it's not wise see to size me
2:10When I operate it's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely
2:13Gotta do my thing word up
2:14Beg ya pardon
2:15Time to bounce gotta skate like Tonya Harding
2:20A.G. A.G. A.G. A.G.
2:25A.G. A.G. A.G.
2:28Yo I'm the cleverest top ten terrorist
2:30Chickens ever diss they become featherless
2:33Hate derelicts certified gold medalist
2:36You play fly cause I'm the most high like Everest
2:38Look at all these fakes
2:40Musically you imitate the Crates
2:41Won't succeed moving at full speed with no brakes
2:44Like Jake watch me take your entourage
2:46Can't see me I'm camoflauge and besides I'm God
2:49Mad hard like the S.A.T. who have shorties
2:52Caught up in the mental watch her bless A.G
2:54Evidently you still don't know because you tempt me
2:57Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty
3:00Not Fat Joey Crack but still Jealous One's Envy
3:02Who sent me
3:03D.I.T.C. good and plenty
3:05Like the doctor
3:06Smoke a spike joint and watch Clockers
3:08Get rude like Shabba
3:09Make moves behind my blockers
3:10Crazy sickness you want the pure
3:12You'd better pick this
3:13B**ches can't get this
3:14Faggots remain dickless
3:17Fat Joe Fat Fat
3:18Fat Fat Fat Fat
3:20Before we get started
3:21Let's talk about these coward hearted
3:23MC's that claim to be true O.G.'s
3:25The war specialists forever bust your guns
3:27On the sack of sh*t
3:28But when the beef come get on the
3:30Before I protest your licks
3:31You know the deal I come with nothing but the real
3:33Certified pejente recognize mi gente
3:36Whether East Coast or West Coast
3:38I'll make them all strip naked B**ch niggas
3:40Will never get respected
3:41Joey Green bagging devils up in Bowling Green for all is clean
3:45Cock the 9 soon as I seen his Rolie gleam
3:47You know the team never giving a f**k
3:49Laying thick in the cut get your sh*t laced up
3:51What the f**k
3:53Diamond D Diamond D
3:55Diamond Diamond
3:56Diamond D Diamond D
3:58Diamond Diamond
3:59Diamond D Diamond D
4:01Diamond D
4:02Yo I'm flipping on niggas like treys of crack
4:04My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack
4:08Some niggas front for stunts
4:09Who want to take a puff of the blunt
4:11And play a ni**a like a chump
4:13But I don't play that sh*t with no chicks
4:15Sucking the next ni**a's dick moving bricks
4:18I'm too slick for you high school dropouts
4:20You got knocked and tried to cop out
4:23Couldn't fight when the kids pulled the mop out
4:25And wails you out writing home saying bail me out
4:28Little small time f**ked up when you called mine
4:31D Squared one of the Greatest of All Times
4:34Yeah D.I.T.C. representing for the 97 right
4:40Word life word life
5 Fingers Of Death Ft. D.I.T.C. - 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
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