8 Iz Enuff (Explicit)

Yo pop
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 n***as 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 f**k Sally I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios ghost I'm five 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 'eighty seven I sold cracks collected some dough stacks
Hold gats so 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 n***a Terra is past butter sharp like a glass cutter
A*s brother I leave your rhyme trash gutter
I'm more rare the M C 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 n***as 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
M C'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 n***a in my last 'bout
He thought I just was on some gun s**t
I had to knock his a*s out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to Big L straight from hell
I'm the f**k up outta here
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 n***as jealin
Aiyo f**k bribes I'm takin n***as lives like a felon
Yo I bust chumps like a glock ten 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 ye 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 eighty slaughter son
Talk about nines and tecs and never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam I get erratic when it comes to static
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
Twenty 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
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 bwoy 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
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' n***as hoppin' home
Word to God it's kinda hard
For a fag to touch this
So if you're comin' to see me
N***a bring a cask' and crutches
And n***as I dont' need a gun
For you none of you
'Cause I can kill you dead
With the lead from my number two
And it's death in every paragraph
And n***as learn when I burn they muthaf**kin' a*s 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 ten
And n***as 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 eight 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
The one thirty nine Street N F L Crew
My crew
Word up