Текст, перевод и аккорды “Da Graveyard”
- Intro: Its the number one crew in the area. Big l: Big l be lightin niggas like incense Gettin men lynched to win tits Im killin infants for ten cents Cause Im a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that dont even speak english Im makin ducks shed much tears I buck queers I dont have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares? Im grabbin brews takin fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas After you youre gonna get scared next And if ya squad flex Im lettin off like bernard getts A tech nine is my utensil Fillin niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil Im known for snatchin purses and bombin churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from new york to canada Cause big l be fuckin with more keys than a janitor Lord finesse: Now its the dictator whos style is greater Its the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin now & laters And rappers I hit em well They automatically go to heaven fuckin with me cause I give em hell So dont try to front troop When your style is played out just like an oshkosh jumpsuit Im out to collect figures Im on some wu-tang shit so protect ya fuckin neck nigga Not a role model Im a bad figure When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without finesse is like the nba without jordan So all ya new jacks kickin wack raps Its a fact that Ill be on your fuckin back like a napsack It aint shit you can tell me Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin lp Hook: Its the number one crew in the area "known for sendin garbage mcs to the graveyard" (x2) Microphone nut: Yo I got a death wish Thats why I talk so much motherfuckin shit I want these bitch motherfuckers 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 ? no need to lie or cry its time motherfucker to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards Id be missing a whole deck Strap up a mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin like rats The blind bats are fuckin crazed cats Cause the microphone lets loose And youre wonderin how the fuck did this madman get cut loose >from 25 consecutive 25 the life is For murderin up some fuckin white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin killin squads of prison guards in the prison yard One two everybodys through The microphone nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now Im decked to hawk shit and talk shit Whoever flaunts shit I leave em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and german luger Wreck like das efx straight out the fuckin sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like cracker jacks So Im the one you should run from Because the microphone nut is like a motherfuckin stun gun Jay-z: The way I rock No way you could stop I shock pop and drop when jay gets hot When Im 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 shit like none And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one Fuckin a fuckin jay ill with skill So ladies step up I get around like a wheel Im never chokin off chronic skills are bonic Bitches will treat me like onyx Respect that Ill peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your block fuck a glock I step Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep Im giving these ladies something they can feel cause Im real Ya man get outta line and its kill kill kill Hook (x2) Party arty of ghetto dwellaz: Yo ya step up and youll get played like the small fry Im throwin niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy So mess around youll be a dead man I get hype tonites the night like redman Nuff respect to big l who get wreck Chiggidy check yourself cause I aint workin with a full deck Im lethal, eatin people Not jeffery dahmer Im the sequel Head or gut like illegal So what cha want? Yo Im strapped with the gats step up plap plap Im leavin caps in your back fool I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck Im party arty so hit the deck The kid with the tech smokin niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how Im gettin jewels I say big up big up its a stick up stick up I stick and move Big l: And thats how we do. so y.u. grab the gat and let loose Y.u.: Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked Nigga we ghost man a punk? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose Im shootin up li
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