Cam'ron - 8 Iz Enuff (Demo Version) lyrics

[Big L] Ayyo folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You n***as be thinkin' this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast when my Smith-Wes' blast So jus' dash or trespa** and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport j**els and extort crews Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go bezerk 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 f** Sally, I'd rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adiós, ghost, I'm five thous' [Terra] Flave it's always easy for new bait Taken here to groove quake Make ya more addictin' than tube steak ‘Cause when I work a line, nobody's jerkin' mine So bring the noise an' I'll poison like turpentine This n***a Terra is past bu*ter, sharp like a gla** 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 n***as 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, n***as got popped an' swallowed nut [Herb McGruff] On the mic, I rip the scene right Terra just caught wreck, so I guess I got the green light n***as know about Herb McGruff I'm on some murder stuff And when I talk every verb is rough MCs are live but I'm mad liver Ayyo my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver Step to this an' get sliced with ease Ate up like rice an' peas (Herb can you fight?) Yo I'm nice with these Put up your dukes, then me an' you cook raw ‘Cause I stand tall an' kick a** like a football Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from hell I'm the f** up outta here [Buddah Bless] Ayyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb pa**ed 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 an' get your body blown ‘Cause I'm a no maricón for poems and slidin' hotties home Here's some advice, I'm mad nice Ayyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice And cold take a f*g's life My swellin' melon got n***as gellin' Ayyo, f** bribes, I'm takin n***as lives like a felon [Big Twan] Yo I'm bustin' chumps like a Glock ten, 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 k** ya show I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid No frail kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail Yeah and I'm nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, ayyo, 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'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 [k**a Kam] Rappers be funny like flesh ‘cause they sections say they slaughter son Talk about nines an' tecs an' never shot a water gun But k**a 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 Twenty police deceased, it's the beast on attack So make tracks, I break backs I jack with def gats an' black macs On Lenox Ave. ain't no light looks, you fight crooks Left an' right hooks, if you front, get your life took [Trooper J] 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 then find another botty boy dead In backyard alleys, but I call ‘em crackyard 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 to keep my head straight [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' n***as hoppin' home Word to God, it's kinda hard for a f*g to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, n***a, bring a cast an' crutches And n***as, I don't need a gun for you, none of you ‘Cause I can k** you dead with the lead from my number two And it's d**h in every paragraph And n***as learn when I burn they motherf**in' a** 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 ten And n***as 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, ayyo, eight is enough