[A.G.]
Aww yeah, the A to the motherfuckin G is back
Word to the motherfuckin Goodfellas
I got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C.
Speak up
[Big L]
Yo this the Big motherfuckin L from 139 and Lennox y`knahmsayin?
Sayin whassup to Showbiz & A.G. cause they got it goin on!
[D`Shawn]
Yo this the baldheaded assassin, D`Shawny Thunder
Representin with my peoples Diggin in the Crates
Peace to my brothers on 1-2-9, Uptown
[A.G.]
Aww yeah, knahmsayin? Look out
D.I.T.C. in e-motherfuckin-effect; LETHAL!
(I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
[A.G.] Yeah, Big L is the first to represent
[Verse One: Big L]
Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav God
Known for sendin garbage MC`s to the graveyard
I pack a gat and not a slingshot
Step to this and get a ass-whoopin like Rodney King got
Or get beat to your death like Cochise
My laws is no peace, fuck the police
MC`s be braggin about cash they collect
but them chumps is like Ray Charles
cause they ain`t seen no money yet
Trash rappers I tax and spark
I be wettin niggaz up like water rides in Action Park
A nigga stuck me, and that ain`t funny son
So I got money Dunn, they wet him and his honey bun
Cause phony faggots I froze, it`s a fact
I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows
L is the rebel type, I`m rough as a metal pipe
Fuck a Benz, cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike!
Props, I got the most, no MC comes close
Coast-to-coast, shows I host, foes I roast
Adios, I`m ghost
(I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
[A.G.] Grab the mic D`Shawn, because you gotta represent
[Verse Two: D`Shawn]
Yo, street corners in New York is the place this nigga stand
With a machete I`m a crazy Eddie Scissorhands
Born with such a thirst to kill
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill
Cuttin bitch-niggaz down with a hundred pound axe
like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks
So in a battle I be stabbin
Choppin MC`s like trees, piece-by-piece buildin cabins
I`m a maniac magician, abra cadabra
Makin pain appear cause I`ma grab a
rusty chain to make a noose; to choke your ass so hard
you`re spittin` fuckin` Adam`s Apple juice
So come check the magic show by D`Shawn
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand
Turnin your home to a casket
Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard
Cause I love to keep MC`s sufferin
Beggin for big, heavy bags of Bufferin
Baseball battin `em, splattin` `em
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum
D`Shawn is nice
Known for givin out headcracks, without touchin dice
Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter
D`Shawn the maniac street monster
(I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
[A.G.] It`s time to get funky, so you better represent
(I`m the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
[A.G.] C`mon Lord Finesse, cause you gotta represent
[Verse Three: Lord Finesse]
It`s the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don`t play or stress me
Cause that shit don`t impress me
I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin shit straight
I got skills and I`m hard to kill
So y`all bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard your grill
Y`all grab a mic and always gettin hype
Talkin bout fuckin niggaz up When you can bearly beat your dick right
So stop ridin my dilznick
Cause I can still kick the ill shit on the motherfuckin real tip
Hit like Foreman when I`m brawlin
Those who think I`m fallin, I`ll play your monkey-ass like a organ
I got crazy niggaz in the city `noid
Got mad bitches, but it`s not cause I`m a motherfuckin pretty-boy
I`m ruthless, I`m not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit
I`ll stomp any rapper that you have compete
