Lord Finesse on "Da Graveyard"
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
"Take 'Em To War"
[B1]
Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require
Makin niggaz perspire, so send a message through the wire
cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin gauges
The '95 Larry Davis and I'm wettin niggaz for wages
Queens is the home of 1, the known felon
and ain't no tellin, when I'ma crack your fuckin melon
For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips
Leavin niggaz bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips
with the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin niggaz while they sleepin
Shots repeatin, leavin faggot niggaz leakin
When I cock back the iron, niggaz is dyin, marchin to Zion
cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion
Word son, niggaz be collapsin, cause my weapons is
ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions
In the underworld, shootin gallery niggaz lose calories
cause my salary's based on fatalities
[Kool G. Rap]
Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta
umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle they'll be piecin niggaz back like fuckin puzzles
Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy
When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys
Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I'm puttin red dots
on niggaz foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder
cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound
Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down
I see em, he's comin out the fuckin coliseum
and hopped into a BM, shit!
Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had
Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide
I'm rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we're gainin on him
(oh shit he's with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat
When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver
But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lightin up a cigarette
Bang bang, I left the other nigga wet
It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!