Big L – 8 Iz Enuff

Big L – 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 Cam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I’mma set it like this

A-yo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You n#gg#s 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 berserk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk

So stay alert, no smirk, ’cause these knuckles hurt
I’m from the alley, not the valley
I’m hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry
And f#ck Sally

, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don’t hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I’m 5 thous’

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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

Innovated, rappers you know who made it
Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated
This n#gg# Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
#ss 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, n#gg#s gotten props to swallow nuts

For those that don’t know, yo, I’m Herb McGruff
I’m on some murder stuff
And when I talk, every verb is rough
Front on this and get beat bad

With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a body-bag
MC’s are live, but I’m mad liver!
A-yo, my rhymes are more funky than a 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!
Ask the n#gg# in my last bout
He thought I just was on some gun sh#t, I had to knock his #ss out

Microphones I gotta tear
A-yo, 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 mood, I’m servin’ brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
‘Cause I’m no maricón, for poems I slide the hotties home
Here’s some advice — I’m mad nice

A-yo, I’m quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag’s life
My swellin’ melon got n#gg#s jealin’
A-yo, f#ck bribes, I’m takin’ n#gg#s lives like a felon
Yo! I’m bustin’ chumps like a Glock 10

When I drops in, the Top 10 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
A-yo, 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
But when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out
For dissin’, you’ll come up missin’ like a cub scout
Rappers be funny like Fletch

‘Cause they sections say they slaughter, son
Talk about nines and TECs, 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 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 Lenox Ave., ain’t no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took!
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 crack-more valleys
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, and keep my head straight

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’ n#gg#s hoppin’ home
Word to God, it’s kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you’re comin’ to see me, n#gg#, bring a cast and crutches
And n#gg#s, I don’t need a gun for you, none of you

‘Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my Number 2
And it’s death in every paragraph
And n#gg#s learn when I burn their motherf#ckin’ #ss 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 n#gg#s 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

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 beginnin’
What’s up to Rock-N-Will from the Hard Pack Crew

Peace to Ma$e Murda 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
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Release Year: 1995