8 Iz Enuff es una composicion altamente apreciada. La verdad, no es una cancion que digamos novedosa, pero vale la pena tenerla. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Big L.
El video fue una buena adaptacion. No nos gusto el video de la rola.
Yo
My crew i s i n the house
Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless
Big Twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, a nd Mike Boogie
A nd I ama set it l ike thi s[ VERSE 1: Big L ]
Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender befo re you get smoked
You niggas be thi nki n thi s kid i s a joke?
I put chumps t o rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash o r trespass a nd get your chest smashed
Rap New Yo rk rules, I spo rt jewels a nd ext o rt crews
Don't get me pi ssed, I got a sho rt fuse
I go bezerk when I put i n wo rk o r do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt
I am from the alley, n ot the valley
I am hotter than Cali, wicked l ike Harry
A nd fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I am 5 thous'[ VERSE 2: Terra ]
Well, I am flav, a nd I was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I am a rhyme slave
I n '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got hi s soul taxed
N.O. rated, rappers you no-made it
Tell the Terra t o rotate it, hi s raps are gold-plated
Thi s nigga Terra i s past butter, sharp l ike a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter
I am mo re rare, the MC i n thi s warfare
Put you i n a mo rgue where it's t oo late fo r that Lo rd prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got a nd popped a nd swallow nuts[ VERSE 3: Herb McGruff ]
Fo r those that don't know, yo, I am Herb McGruff
I am on some murder stuff
A nd when I talk every wo rd i s ruff
Front on thi s a nd get beat bad
With big bats that brui se, break bones
Then wi nd up bloody i n a bodybag
MC's are live, but I am mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are mo re funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step t o thi s a nd get sliced with ease
Ate up l ike rice a nd peas
(Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I am nice with these
Ask the nigga i n my last bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had t o knock hi s ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace t o Big L, straight from hell
I am the fuck up outta here[ VERSE 4: Buddah Bless ]
Aiyo, it's time t o get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic l ike it's plastic
I rag crews cause I am bad news
I n a mad move I am servi n brothers quicker than fast food
Step t o thi s a nd get your body blown
Cause I am a ?nomaticom? fo r poems I slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, I am mad nice
Aiyo, I am quick t o lick the mag twice
A nd cold take a fag's li fe
My swelli n melon got niggas jeali n
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I am taki n niggas lives l ike a felon[ VERSE 5: Big Twan ]
Yo, I bust chumps l ike a glock 10, when I drops i n
The t op ten i s rocked when it's locked i n
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse t o blow
Brui se the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got li nes that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed a nd read braille when they fail
Yeah, ai n't I nasty, t oo nasty t o trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off i f beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off
A nd when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
Fo r di ssi n, you come up mi ssi n l ike a cup scout[ VERSE 6: Killa Kam ]
Rappers be funny l ike flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about ni nes a nd tecs, a nd never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes t o static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a aut omatic
I ncrease the peace that cease cause once I release
My crew from the east, we leavi n at least
20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats a nd black macs
On Lennox Ave. ai n't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left a nd right hooks, i f you front, get your li fe t ook[ VERSE 7: Trooper J ]
I am havi n nail-sharp pai ns i n my brai n l ike a hellrai ser
I am blazi n trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who fi nd crime a nd fill the ni ne with n othi n but lead
Boom-bye-bye, dem fi nd an other batty bwoy dead
I n backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys
A nd I pack mo re rallys than riots back i n Cali
A nd people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I am i n a daze a nd I am so confused
>From seei n heads shake so many times the lead make
A nd Mike Boogie's next up, a nd keep my head straight[ VERSE 8: Mike Boogie ]
I should never rhyme cause every time I step i nt o a contest
Kids evacuate the premi ses l ike it's a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start droppi n poems
That I be knocki n domes, poppi n bones a nd sendi n niggas hoppi n home
Wo rd t o God, it's ki nda hard fo r a fag t o t ouch thi s
So i f you're comi n t o see me, nigga, bri ng a cask' a nd crutches
A nd niggas, I dont' need a gun fo r you, none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2
A nd it's death i n every paragraph
A nd niggas learn when I burn they muthafucki n ass t o ash
No need t o question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friend
I shoot the gi ft l ike Santa Clause with a Mac-10
A nd niggas ai n't half as nice, so they get sacri ficed
A nd sent t o the afterli fe, they ai n't no match fo r Mike
Now I am bout t o skate i n a rush, just fi ni shed maki n it t ough
Peace t o Big L, aiyo, 8 i s enoughTrue, true
A nd befo re I get up outta here
I gotta say peace t o D-Whiz a nd Sho rt Man
Brothers that was there si nce the begi nni ng
What's up t o Rocki n' Wheel from the Hard Pack Crew
Peace t o Mase Murder a nd the B.B.O. Crew
The Best Out Crew, the M&M Crew
A nd all the other crews that's representi n i n Harlem
You know what I am sayi n?
A nd last but n ot least
I gotta say peace t o the 139th Street NFL Crew
My crew
Wo rd up