Big L Da Graveyard Lyrics

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featuring Lord Finesse, Mic Nut, Jay-Z, Party Arty, Y.U.


It's the number one crew in the area.

Big L:

Big L be lightin' *****s like incense

Gettin' men lynched to win ****

I'm killin' infants for ten cents

Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis

Got fly chicks on my **** 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 **** cares?

I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas

I get cash and stash figures and harass them ***** *** *****s

After you you're gonna get scared next

And if ya squad flex

I'm lettin' off like Bernard Getts

A tech nine is my utensil

Fillin' *****s with so much led they can use they **** for a pencil

I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches

I get more ***** on accident then most *****s get on purpose

I got drug spots from New York to Canada

Cause Big L be ****in' with more keys than a janitor

Lord Finesse:

Now it's the dictator who's style is greater

It's the man with more wild flavors than **********in' Now & Laters

And rappers I hit 'em well

They automatically go to heaven ****in' 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 **** so Protect Ya ****in' Neck *****

Not a role model I'm a bad figure

When it comes to rap I got skills out the *** *****

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 ****in' back like a napsack

It ain't **** you can tell me

Cause *****es still jock me without a **********in' LP


It's the number one crew in the area

"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" (x2)

Microphone Nut:

Yo I got a death wish

That's why I talk so much **********in' ****

I want these ***** ************s to try to flip

So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a


And let 'em smoke the four fifth

? no need to lie or cry it's time ************ 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 ************s are runnin' like rats

The blind bats are ****in' crazed cats

Cause the Microphone let's loose

And you're wonderin' how the **** did this madman get cut loose

>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is

For murderin' up some ****in' 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 decked to hawk **** and talk ****

Whoever flaunts **** I leave 'em unconscious

I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger

Wreck like Das EFX straight out the ****in' 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 **********in' stun gun


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 **** like none

And beat a *****s *** half silly on da one

****in' A ****in' Jay ill with skill

So ladies step up I get around like a wheel

I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic

*****es will treat me like Onyx

Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it

Creep through your block **** 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 (x2)

Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:

Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry

I'm throwin' *****s off the roof said you want to be the four guy

So mess around you'll be a dead man

I get hype Tonite'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 want to say peace to hip hop

A ***** disagree bring it on and get dropped

I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck

The kid with the tech smokin' *****s like cigarettes

Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels

I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up

I stick and move

Big L:

And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose


Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked

***** we ghost man a punk?

I let it roast and leave your ***** *** comatose

I'm shootin' up like the west is

**** suggestions

I'll blow out a *****s intestines

Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last

One blast will put your *** 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 *****s don't want no parts of me

Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck

His jewels were truck he got his *** stuck

So what the **** is you sayin' hop?

I'm wanted for slayin' cops

Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops

But I ain't givin' a **** who gets hit

*****s coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear ****

I'll burn you ****** *****s like toast

If you die and come back I shoot your spirit

now your *** 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 (echo)

Written by: Anthony Best, Lamont Coleman
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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