Текст песни Da Graveyard (Big L) с переводом

The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense

Gettin' men lynched, and when tensed, 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 your man’ll get scarred next

And if your squad flex I’m lettin' off like Bernard Goetz

A TEC-9 is my utensil

Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil

I’m known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches

I get more pussy by accident than 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

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 your fucking 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 knapsack

It ain’t shit you can tell me

Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP

It’s the number one crew in the area

«Known for sendin' garbage MC’s to the graveyard»

Yo I got a death wish

That’s why I talk so much fuckin' 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

Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry

It’s time for motherfuckers 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 Nut’s loose

And you’re wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose

From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids

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 back to haunt shit and talk shit

Whoever flaunt 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

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 nigga ass half silly on the 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 bionic

Bitches are screaming 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 kill

It’s the number one crew in the area

«Known for sendin' garbage MC’s to the graveyard»

Yo you step up and you’ll get played like the small fry

I’m throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy

So mess around you’ll be a dead man

I get hype tonight’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 Jeffrey 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 Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes

Now some ask me how I’m gettin' jewels

I tell em' big up big up it’s a stick up stick up

I stick and move

And that’s how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose

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 passed up a fast buck ask the last duck

His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck

So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?

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