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JAY-Z

"Da Graveyard"

[Intro]
It's the number one crew in the area

[Verse 1: Big L]
The Big L be lightin' n*ggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched, and when tensed, I'm killin' infants for ten cents
'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique p*nis
Got fly chicks on my di*k that don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers
I don't have it all upstairs but who the f*ck cares?
I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them b*tch ass n*ggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' n*ggas with so much lead they can use they di*k for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pus*y by accident than most n*ggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be f*ckin' with more keys than a janitor

[Verse 2: Lord Finesse]
Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
It's the man with more wild flavors than motherf*ckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven f*ckin' with me cause I give 'em hell
So don't try to front troop
When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang sh*t so protect your f*cking neck n*gga
Not a role model I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass n*gga
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on your f*ckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't sh*t you can tell me
Because b*tches still gel me without a motherf*ckin' LP

[Hook]
It's the number one crew in the area
"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard"

[Verse 3: Microphone Nut]
Yo I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much f*ckin' sh*t
I want these b*tch motherf*ckers to try to flip
So I can fill up this clip
And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four fifth
Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry
It's time for motherf*ckers to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a Mac clack clack motherf*ckers are runnin' like rats
The blind bats are f*ckin' crazed cats
Cause the Microphone Nut's loose
And you're wonderin' how the f*ck did this madman get cut loose
From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids
For murderin' up some f*ckin' white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One two everybody's through
The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm back to haunt sh*t and talk sh*t
Whoever flaunt sh*t I leave 'em unconscious
I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the f*ckin' sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherf*ckin' stun gun

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
The way I rock no way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck sh*t like none
And beat a n*gga ass half silly on the one
f*ckin' A f*ckin' Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic
b*tches are screaming like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your block f*ck a Glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill

[Hook]
It's the number one crew in the area
"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard"

[Verse 5: Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz]
Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' n*ggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy
So mess around you'll be a dead man
I get hype tonight's the night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck
I'm lethal, eatin' people
Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal
So what cha want?
Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap
I'm leavin' caps in your back fool
I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop
A n*gga disagree bring it on and get dropped
I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the Tec smokin' n*ggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
I tell em' big up big up it's a stick up stick up
I stick and move

[Big L:]
And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose

[Verse 6 Grand Daddy I.U.]
Yo rat tat tat I got the gat c*cked
n*gga we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave your pus*y ass comatose
I'm shootin' up like the west is
f*ck suggestions
I'll blow out a n*ggas intestines
Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a body cast
And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin' grand larceny
Arsony n*ggas don't want no parts of me
Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck
His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck
So what the f*ck is you sayin' hops?
I'm wanted for slayin' cops
Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops
But I ain't givin' a f*ck who gets hit
n*ggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear sh*t
I'll burn you faggot n*ggas like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
Now your ass is just a holy ghost
You tried to play me to the left
You better put a target on your head
Cause you're marked for death

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