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Les paroles de Da Graveyard
Artiste:
Jay-Z
Album:
Miscellaneous
Titre:
Da Graveyard
Date d'ajout:
18/10/2007
Votes:
< notes >
1 à 5
2 à 5
3 à 5
4 à 5
5 à 5
Vues:
44 fois
Paroles:
Intro:
It's the number one crew in the area.
Big L:
Big L be lightin'
niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched to win tits
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 you're gonna get scared next
And if ya
squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Getts
A tech nine is my utensil
Fillin'
niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and
bombin' churches
I get more pussy on accident then 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
Lord Finesse:
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 Ya fuckin' 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 napsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Cause
bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' LP
Hook:
It's the number one crew
in the area
"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" (x2)
Microphone
Nut:
Yo I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much motherfuckin' 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
? no need to lie or cry
it's time motherfucker 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 let's loose
And
you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose
>From 25 consecutive 25 the life is
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 decked to
hawk shit and talk shit
Whoever flaunts 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
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 shit like none
And beat a niggas ass
half silly on da 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 bonic
Bitches will treat me 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
Hook (x2)
Party Arty of Ghetto Dwellaz:
Yo ya step up and you'll
get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four
guy
So mess around you'll be a dead man
I get hype Tonite'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 nigga disagree bring it
on and get dropped
I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the tech
smokin' niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
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
Y.U. grab the gat and let loose
Y.U.:
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 past up a
fast buck ask the last duck
His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck
So what the fuck is
you sayin' hop?
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 (echo)
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