8 Iz Enuff

[Intro: Big L]

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

[Verse 1: Big L]

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 smoke 'cause these knuckles hurt

I'm from the alley, not the valley, I'm hotter than Cali

Wicked like Harry and fuck Sally, I'd rather marry Halle

I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals

Adios, ghost, I'm five thous'

[Verse 2: Terra]

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

And low rated, 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 propped to swallow nuts

[Verse 3: Herb McGruff]

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 live-r

Ayo, my rhymes are more funky than a 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 out of here

[Verse 4: Buddah Bless]

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 known 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

[Verse 5: Big Twan]

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 jump off

I never come soft, I got a pump that sawed-off

But when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out

For dissin', you'll come up missin' like a cub scout

[Verse 6: Killa Cam]

Rappers be funny like Fletch 'cause they sections say they slaughter, son

Talk about 9s and TECs 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're 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 Lenox Ave., ain't no light looks, you fight crooks

Left and right hooks

If you front, get your life took

[Verse 7: Trooper J]

I'm havin' nail-sharp pains in my brains 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

[Verse 8: Mike Boogie]

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 2

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

[Outro: Big L]

True, true

And before I get up outta here

I gotta say peace to D-Wiz 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