8 iz enuff lyrics

Artist  : Big l 
Song : 8 iz enuff
 
Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless
Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie
And i’ma set it like this

[ verse 1: big l ]
Aiyo, 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 bezerk 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 rather marry halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don’t hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I’m 5 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
N.o. rated, rappers you no-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 got and popped and 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 word is ruff
Front on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag
Mc’s are live, but I’m mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a afghan 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 outta here

[ verse 4: buddah bless ]
Aiyo, 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 move I’m servin brothers quicker than
fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
Cause I’m a ? nomaticom? for poems I slide the
hotties home
Here’s some advice, I’m mad nice
Aiyo, I’m quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fag’s life
My swellin melon got niggas jealin
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I’m takin niggas lives like a
felon

[ verse 5: big twan ]
Yo, I bust 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
the show
I got lines that’s deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille
when they fail
Yeah, ain’t I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that’s dead, so don’t ask me
You’d get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged
out
For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout

[ verse 6: killa kam ]
Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they section’s
80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a
watergun
But killa kam, 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 leavin at least
20 police deceased, it’s the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On lennox 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 brain like a
hellraiser
I’m blazin trails from jail cells, so a
trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but
lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard
valleys
And I pack more rallys 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, and 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
cask’ and crutches
And niggas, I dont’ need a gun for you, none of
you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my
no. 2
And it’s death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass
to ash
No need to question am I nice, cause it’s a fact,
friend
I shoot the gift like santa clause 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, aiyo, 8 is enough

True, true
And before I get up outta here
I gotta say peace to d-whiz and short man
Brothers that was there since the beginning
What’s up to rockin’ wheel from the hard pack
crew
Peace to mase murder 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