Party Arty - Da Graveyard lyrics

Intro: It's the number one crew in the area [Verse 1: Big L] The Big L be lightin' n***as like incense Gettin' men lynched, and when tensed, I'm k**in' 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 f** cares? I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and hara** them b**h a** n***as 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' n***as with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more p**y by accident than most n***as get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada Cause Big L be f**in' with more keys than a janitor [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherf**in' Now & Laters And rappers I hit 'em well They automatically go to heaven f**in' 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 sh** so protect your f**ing neck n***a Not a role model I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap I got sk**s out the a** n***a 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 f**in' back like a knapsack It ain't sh** you can tell me Because b**hes still gel me without a motherf**in' LP [Hook] It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" [Verse 3: Microphone Nut] Yo I got a d**h wish That's why I talk so much f**in' sh** I want these b**h motherf**ers 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 motherf**ers to die Because to me d**h is like s** And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a Mac clack clack motherf**ers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are f**in' crazed cats Cause the Microphone Nut's loose And you're wonderin' how the f** did this madman get cut loose From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids For murderin' up some f**in' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin' k**in' 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 sh** and talk sh** Whoever flaunt sh** I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger Wreck like Das EFX straight out the f**in' 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 motherf**in' stun gun [Verse 4: Jay-Z] 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 sh** like none And beat a n***a a** half silly on the one f**in' A f**in' Jay ill with sk** So ladies step up I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic sk**s are bionic b**hes are screaming like Onyx Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your block f** 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 k** k** k** [Hook] [Verse 5: Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz] Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' n***as 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 Jeffery 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 n***a disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck The kid with the Tec smokin' n***as like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' j**els I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up I stick and move [Big L:] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose [Verse 6 Grand Daddy I.U.] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat co*ked n***a we ghost man a punk? I let it roast and leave your p**y a** comatose I'm shootin' up like the west is f** suggestions I'll blow out a n***as intestines Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your a** in a body cast And I be k**in' for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny Arsony n***as don't want no parts of me Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck His j**els was truck he got his a** stuck So what the f** 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 f** who gets hit n***as coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear sh** I'll burn you f*ggot n***as like toast If you die and come back I shoot your spirit Now your a** 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 d**h