5 Fingers of Death - Big L/D.I.T.C.

Where are you

Hey there you are

How does it feel

To know you only have a few more seconds left to live

Big L Big L

Big L Big L

Big L Big L

Big L Big L

Check it

I stay jeweled up pockets swelled up from banks I held up

Plenty b**ch a** niggas 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 fag 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*t 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 a lot

Popping mad sh*t tryna be something they not

Your faggot 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**ch starve till her ribs are showing

Heated divine mastermind that turn nickels to dimes

The authentic genuine one 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 skills G yo it's ill see for real B

Ain't no barbecue niggas better stop tryna grill me

Huh sent that style to the essence

Got niggas 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**k 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**ch in a cat suit

Surprise 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. A.G. A.G. A.G.

A.G. A.G. A.G.

Yo I'm the cleverest top ten terrorist

Chickens ever diss they become featherless

Hate derelicts certified gold medalist

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**ches can't get this

Faggots remain dickless

Fat Joe Fat Fat

Fat Fat Fat Fat

Before we get started

Let's talk about these coward hearted

MC's that claim to be true O.G.'s

The war specialists forever bust your guns

On the sack of sh*t

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 them all strip naked B**ch niggas

Will never get respected

Joey Green bagging devils up in Bowling Green for all is clean

Cock the 9 soon as I seen his Rolie gleam

You know the team never giving a f**k

Laying thick in the cut get your sh*t laced up

What the f**k

Diamond D Diamond D

Diamond Diamond

Diamond D Diamond D

Diamond Diamond

Diamond D Diamond D

Diamond D

Yo I'm flipping on niggas like treys of crack

My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack

Some niggas front for stunts

Who want to take a puff of the blunt

And play a ni**a like a chump

But I don't play that sh*t with no chicks

Sucking the next ni**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**ked up when you called mine

D Squared one of the Greatest of All Times

Yeah D.I.T.C. representing for the 97 right

Word life word life