5 Fingas of Death - Diamond D/Big L.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Barnes, Cartegna, Coleman ...
[00:00.01]"Where are you?"
[00:08.68]"Hey, there you are!"
[00:14.65]"How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?" (gunshot)
[00:24.00]"Big L, Big L.."
[00:32.09]Verse 1: Big L
[00:33.12]Check it, I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up
[00:36.81]Plenty bxtch-ass nxggas Big L stuck
[00:39.03]I never catch cold feet when I hold heat
[00:41.30]We roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep
[00:44.03]I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
[00:46.39]On the block all alone and put the Glock to his dome
[00:48.90]Tell him "Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick
[00:51.73]Or I'm a let this four-fifth spit and leave your shxt split"
[00:54.44]Grip, it ain't nothing decent about me
[00:56.66]A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me
[00:59.28]A rap junkie, don't try to play me like some flunky
[01:02.22]Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy
[01:05.20]Mad nxggas be fronting the life
[01:07.06]Popping mad shxt, trying to be something they not
[01:09.58]Your p***y ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me
[01:12.47]I might break your jaw for glancing, that's right
[01:15.24]In '97 Harlem kids is blowing
[01:17.47]And we don't trip, we'll let a bxtch starve til her ribs are showing
[01:21.41]"Lor..lord Finesse"
[01:24.03]Verse 2: Lord Finesse
[01:25.09]It's the divine mastermind, I turn nickels to dimes
[01:28.02]The authentic genuine that's out to shine
[01:30.70]The cool cat, the true mack, the smooth raps
[01:32.82]Chickens be like "Who's that?" I be doing my thing, kid (True dat)
[01:36.05]Forget fronting, I'm beyond that, I roll with brothers ready for combat
[01:39.54]All for eye-to-eye contact
[01:41.39]With skills, G, yo it's ill, see, for real, B
[01:43.66]Ain't no barbeque, nxggas better stop trying to grill me
[01:46.72]Huh, sent that style to the essence
[01:49.20]Got nxggas stressing my style, pull like fluoresence
[01:51.82]No question, tough type to clutch mics
[01:54.11]No positive upright, I'm the "I don't give a fxck" type
[01:57.10]Expose the facts, you know the haps
[01:59.01]We go to laugh astrological, like the signs in the Zodiac
[02:02.23]To rap you, out the stack glue, word up
[02:04.56]My style's tighter than a fat bxtch in a cat suit
[02:07.44]Suprise G, it's not wise see to size me
[02:09.75]When I operate, it's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely
[02:12.58]Gotta do my thing, word up (Beg ya pardon?)
[02:15.10]Time to bounce, gotta skate like Tonya Harding
[02:19.61]"A.G."
[02:26.74]Verse 3: A.G.
[02:27.79]Yo I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist
[02:30.34]Chickens ever diss, they become featherless
[02:32.88]Hate derelicts, certified gold metalist
[02:35.65]You play fly cause I'm the most high like Everest
[02:38.28]Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates
[02:41.37]Won't succeed moving at full speed with no breaks
[02:44.03]Like Jake, watch me take your entourage
[02:46.46]Can't see me, I'm camoflauge, and besides, I'm God
[02:49.12]Mad hard, like the S.A.T., have shorties
[02:51.85]Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G
[02:54.12]Eveidently, you still don't know, because you tempt me
[02:57.00]Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty
[02:59.63]Not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy
[03:02.18]Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty
[03:04.80]Like the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers"
[03:07.17]Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my blockers
[03:09.90]Crazy sickness, you want the pure, you'd better pick this
[03:12.47]B*****s can't get this, niggas remain d**kless
[03:16.74]"Fat Joe"
[03:18.72]Verse 4: Fat Joe
[03:19.71]Before we get started, let's talk about these coward-hearted MC's
[03:23.54]That claim to be true O.G.'s and war specialists
[03:26.22]Forever busting guns on the circus ship
[03:28.32]But when the beef comes, get on the ??
[03:31.05]You know the deal, I come with nothing but the real
[03:33.41]Certified pejente, recognize mi gente
[03:36.18]Whether East Coast or West Coast, I'll lick 'em all
[03:38.70]Strip naked, bxtch nxggas will never be respected
[03:41.39]Joey Green, bagging doubles up in Bowling Green
[03:43.83]For all my team, packing the nine, for soon as this team is rolling clean
[03:46.71]You know the team, never giving a fxck
[03:48.91]Playing thick in the cut, get your shxt laced up
[03:51.44]WHAT THE FXCK!
[03:53.37]"Diamond D"
[04:00.81]Verse 5: Diamond
[04:01.75]Yo I'm flipping on nxggas like Dre's and Cracks
[04:04.19]My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack
[04:07.53]Some nxggas front for stunts who want
[04:09.69]Take a puff of the blunt and play a nigga like a c***
[04:12.73]But I don't play that shxt for no chicks
[04:15.26]Sucking the next nxgga's d**k, moving b*****s
[04:17.93]I'm too slick for you high school dropouts
[04:20.46]You got knocked and tried to cop out
[04:22.51]Couldn't fight when the kids pulled the mop out
[04:24.78]And wails you out, right at home saying "Bail me out"
[04:28.20]Little small time, fxcked up when you called mines
[04:31.01]D ******d, one of the greatest of all time
[04:33.93]Yeah, D.I.T.C. representing for the '97, word life