Kid Capri - 5 Fingers of d**h lyrics

[Intro: 'The River Wild' sample] "Where are you?" "Hey, there you are!" "How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds left to live?" *gunshot* ("Big L" - Cut and scratched) [Big L] I stay j**eled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up Plenty b**h-a** n***as Big L stuck I never catch cold feet when I hold heat We roll deep in a triple black dark tinted old jeep I catch a f*g three o'clock in the morn On the block all alone and put a 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 sh** 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 n***as be fronting a lot Popping mad sh**, tryna be something they not Your f*ggot a** better stick to dancing, don't even look at me I might break your jaw just for glancing, that's right In '97 Harlem kids is blowing And we don't trick, we'll let a b**h starve till her ribs are showing ("Lord Finesse" - Cut and scratched) [Lord Finesse] Heated divine mastermind that 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 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 sk**s, G, yo it's ill see, for real B Ain't no barbecue, n***as better stop tryna grill me Huh, sent that style to the essence Got n***as stressing my style, pull like fluorescents No question, tough type to clutch mics The positive upright, I'm the "I don't give a f**" type Expose the facts, you know the haps Could go to laugh astrological, like the signs in the Zodiac Your rap crew out the stack loop, word up My style's tighter than a fat b**h 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." - Cut and scratched) [A.G.] Yo I'm the cleverest top ten terrorist Chickens ever diss they become featherless Hate derelicts, certified gold medallist 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 brakes 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. who have shorties Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G Evidently 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**hes can't get this, f*ggots remain dickless ("Fat Joe" - Cut and scratched) [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 bust your guns on the sack of sh** But when the beef come, get on the ___ before I protest your licks You know the deal, I come with nothing but the real Certified pejente, recognize mi gente Whether East Coast or West Coast, I'll make 'em all strip naked b**h n***as will never get respected Joey Green bagging devils up in Bowling Green for all is clean co*k the 9 soon as I seen his Rolie gleam You know the team, never giving a f** Laying thick in the cut, get your sh** laced up What the f**! ("Diamond D" - Cut and scratched) [Diamond] Yo I'm flipping on n***as like treys of crack My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack Some n***as front for stunts Who want to take a puff of the blunt and play a n***a like a chump But I don't play that sh** with no chicks s**ing the next n***a's dick, moving bricks 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, writing home saying, "Bail me out" Little small time, f**ed up when you called mine D Squared, one of the Greatest of All Times [Outro: Diamond D] Yeah, D.I.T.C. representing for the '97, word life