Da Graveyard lyrics

Artist  : Big L 
Song : Da Graveyard



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

Intro:
It's the number one
crew in the area.

Big L:
Big L be
lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men
lynched to win tits
I'm killin' infants for
ten cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a
unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick 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 fuck cares?
I'm grabbin'
brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash
figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
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'
niggas with so much led they can use they dick
for a pencil
I'm 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 it's the
dictator who's style is greater
It's 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 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 shit so Protect Ya
fuckin' Neck nigga
Not a role model I'm 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
It's a fact that
I'll be on your
fuckin' back like a napsack
It ain't shit you
can tell me
Cause bitches still jock me
without a motherfuckin' LP

Hook:
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 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 it's time
motherfucker 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 motherfuckers are runnin' like
rats
The blind bats are fuckin' crazed
cats
Cause the Microphone let's loose
And
you're 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
everybody's through
The Microphone Nut flew
over the prison walls without a clue
And now
I'm 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 I'm 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 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 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
I'm never chokin'
off chronic skills are bonic
Bitches will
treat me like Onyx
Respect that I'll 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
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' niggas
off the roof said you wanna 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 wanna say peace to hip
hop
A nigga disagree bring it on and get
dropped
I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the
deck
The kid with the tech smokin' niggas 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

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
I'm
shootin' up like the west is
Fuck
suggestions
I'll blow out a niggas
intestines
Better dip fast quick fast or you
won't last
One blast will put your ass 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 niggas don't want no parts of
me
Never past up a fast buck ask the last
duck
His jewels were truck he got his ass
stuck
So what the fuck 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 fuck who gets hit
Niggas coppin'
pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit
I'll
burn you faggot niggas like toast
If you die
and come back I shoot your spirit
now your ass
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)