8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my crew is in the house
 Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
 Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J and Mike Boogie
 And I'ma set it like this
 Ayo, 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 berserk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
 So stay alert, no smirk, '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 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 '87, I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
 Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed
 Innovated, rappers, you know who 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 gotten props to swallow nuts
 For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb McGruff
 I'm on some murder stuff, and when I talk, every verb is rough
 Front on this and get beat bad with big bats that bruise, break bones
 Then wind up bloody in a body-bag
 MCs are live, but I'm mad liver
 Ayo, my rhymes are more funky than an African 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
 Ayo, 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 mood, I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food
 Step to this and get your body blown
 'Cause I'm a no maricón, for poems I slide the hotties home
 Here's some advice, I'm mad nice
 Ayo, I'm quick to lick the mag' twice and cold take a fag's life
 My swellin' melon got niggas jealin'
 Ayo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon
 Yo! I'm bustin' 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 your show
 I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid
 No frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail, dig?
 Yeah, and I'm nasty, too nasty to trash me, bash me
 Ayo, that's dead, so don't ask me
 You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
 I never come soft, I got a pump that's sawed-off
 But when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out
 For dissin', you'll come up missin' like a cub scout
 Rappers be funny like Fletch 'cause they sections say they slaughter, son
 Talk about .9s and TEC's and never shot a water gun
 But Killa Cam, 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 MAC's
 On Lenox 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 .9 with nothin' but lead?
 Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead
 In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crack-more valleys
 And I pack more rallies 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 to 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 cast and crutches
 And niggas, I don't 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 niggas learn when I burn their motherfuckin' ass to ash
 No need to question am I nice 'cause it's a fact, friend
 I shoot the gift like Santa Claus 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, ayo, 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 beginnin'
 What's up to Rock-N-Will from the Hard Pack Crew
 Peace to Ma$e Murda and the B.B.O. Crew
 The Best Out Crew, The M&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 NFL Crew, my crew
 Word up!