[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 berzerk 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, adiós, ghost, I’m five thous’

[Verse 2: Terra]

Flave, it’s always easy for new bait, taken here to groove quake

Make you more addictin’ than tube steak

‘Cause when I work a line, nobody jerkin’ mine

So bring the noise and I’ll poison like turpentine

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter

Ass rubber, your rhymes left trash gutter

I’ll leave chumps done, don’t come with some junk, son

‘Cause I’m makin’ flave niggas cool for consumption

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 popped and swallowed nut

[Verse 3: Herb McGruff]

On the mic, I rip the scene right

Terra just caught wreck, so I guess I got the green light

Niggas know about Herb McGruff

I’m on some murder stuff, and when I talk every verb is rough

MC's are live but I’m mad liver

Ayo, my rhymes are more funky than an 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

Put up your dukes, then me and you cook raw

‘Cause I stand tall an’ kick ass like a football

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’ma 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 known maricón for poems and slidin’ 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 gellin’

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 jumped off

I never come soft, I got a pump that’s sawed off

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

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

[Verse 6: Killa Kam]

Rappers be funny like flesh ‘cause they sections say they slaughter, son

Talk about nines and TEC's and never shot a water gun

But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static

There you have it, a trigger fanatic with an automatic

Increase the peace that cease ‘cause once I release

My crew from the East, we 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 MAC's

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 brain's like a hell raiser

I'm blazin’ trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer

Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin’ but lead

Boom bye-bye then find another batty boy dead

In backyard alleys, but I call ‘em crack move alleys

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 two

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, 8 Iz Enuff