5 Fingas of Death

"Where are you?" "Hey, there you are!" "How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?" *gunshot* ("Big L" - Cut and scratched) [Big L] 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 the life Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not Your faggot ass better stay 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" - Cut and scratched) [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, be 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 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." - Cut and scratched) [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 camouflage, and besides, I'm God Mad hard, like the S.A.T., 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 Bitches can't get this, faggots remain dickless ("Fat Joe" - Cut and scratched) [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" - Cut and scratched) [Diamond] 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