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Diamond: 5 Fingas Of Death lyrics



f/ Big L, Lord Finesse, A.G., Fat Joe







";Where are you?";";Hey, there you are!";



";How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?";



*gunshot*







(";Big L"; - Cut and scratched)







[Big L]



Check it, I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up



Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck



I never catch cold feet when I hold heat



We roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep



I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn



On the block all alone and put the 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 shit 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 niggas be fronting the life



Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not



Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me



I might break your jaw for glancing, that's right



In '97 Harlem kids is blowing



And we don't trip, we'll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showing







(";Lord Finesse"; - Cut and scratched)







[Lord Finesse]



It's the divine mastermind, I 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's 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 skills, G, yo it's ill, see, for real, B



Ain't no barbeque, niggas better stop trying to grill me



Huh, sent that style to the essence



Got niggas stressing my style, pull like fluoresence



No question, tough type to clutch mics



No positive upright, I'm the ";I don't give a fuck"; type



Expose the facts, you know the haps



We go to laugh astrological, like the signs in the Zodiac



To rap you, out the stack glue, word up



My style's tighter than a fat bitch 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 metalist



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 breaks



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., have shorties



Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.



Eveidently, 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



Bitches can't get this, faggots 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 busting guns on the circus ship



But when the beef comes, get on the ???



You know the deal, I come with nothing but the real



Certified pejente, recognize mi gente



Whether East Coast or West Coast, I'll lick 'em all



Strip naked, bitch niggas will never be respected



Joey Green, bagging doubles up in Bowling Green



For all my team, packing the nine, for soon as this team is rolling clean



You know the team, never giving a fuck



Playing thick in the cut, get your shit laced up



WHAT THE FUCK!







(";Diamond D"; - Cut and scratched)







[Diamond]



Yo I'm flipping on niggas like Dre's and Cracks



My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack



Some niggas front for stunts who want



Take a puff of the blunt and play a nigga like a chump



But I don't play that shit for no chicks



Sucking the next nigga's dick, moving pricks



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, right at home saying ";Bail me out";



Little small time, fucked up when you called mines



D Squared, one of the greatest of all time







Yeah, D.I.T.C. representing for the '97, word life