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'ma set it like this

Ayo

Folks who quote what I wrote

Get choked

You better surrender

Before you get smoked

You **** 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 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

Adios, ghost, I'm five thous'

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 know made it

Tell the terra to rotate it

His raps are gold-plated

This **** 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

**** got and propped 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 bodybag

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

Ask the **** 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

Ayo

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 known maricon

For pums I slide the hotties home

Here's some advice

I'm mad nice

Ayo

I'm quick to lick the mag twice

In cold take a fag's life

My swellin' melon got **** jealin'

Ayo

Fuck bribes

I'm takin **** lives like a felon

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 your show

I got lines that's deeper than a jail

Been no frail

Kids get nailed and read

Braille when they fail

Dead yeah

Ain't 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 gotta pump that sawed-off

And when I let slugs out

You will get rugged out

For dissin'

You'll come up missin'

Like a cub scout

Rappers be funny like flesh

'Cause they Section's 80 slaughter, son

Talk about Nines and Tecs

And never shot a water gun

But Killa Cam

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

Twenty 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

I'm havin' nail-sharp pains

In my brain 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

Mi find another batty-bwoy dead

In backyard alleys

But I call 'em crack my 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' **** hoppin' home

Word to God

It's kinda hard for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin' to see me

****, bring a cast and crutches

And ****

I don't' 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 **** learn

When I burn they motherfuckin' 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 **** 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

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 The 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