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

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[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

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