Intro:
It's the number one crew in the area

[Verse 1: Big L]
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched to win [bad word]  I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a unique [bad word] 
Got fly chicks on my [bad word] that don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck [bad word] 
I don't have it all upstairs but who the [bad word] cares?
I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them [bad word] [bad word] niggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
Tec-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they [bad word] for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more [bad word] on accident then most niggas get on purpose
I got [bad word] spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be [bad word] #39; with more keys than a janitor

[Verse 2: Lord Finesse]
Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
It's the man with more wild flavors than [bad word] #39; Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven [bad word] #39; with me cause I give 'em [bad word] 
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 [bad word] so protect your [bad word] neck [bad word] 
Not a role model I'm a bad figure
When [bad word] to rap I got skills out the [bad word] [bad word] 
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 [bad word] #39; back like a knapsack
It ain't [bad word] you can tell me
Because [bad word] still gel me without a [bad word] #39; LP

[Hook]
It's the number one crew in the area
"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard"

[Verse 3: Microphone Nut]
Yo I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much [bad word] #39; [bad word] 
I want these [bad word] [bad word] to try to flip
So I can fill up this clip
And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four fifth
Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry
It's time for [bad word] to die
Because to me death is like 
And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a Mac clack clack [bad word] [bad word] #39; like rats
The blind bats are [bad word] #39; crazed cats
Cause the Microphone lets loose
And you're wonderin' how the [bad word] did this madman get cut loose
From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids
For murderin' up some [bad word] #39; white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One two everybody's through
The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm back to haunt [bad word] and talk [bad word] 
Whoever flaunt [bad word] I leave 'em unconscious
 [bad word] through ya with a maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the [bad word] #39; sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you [bad word] from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a [bad word] #39; stun gun

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
The way I rock no way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck [bad word] like none
And beat a [bad word] [bad word] half silly on the one
 [bad word] #39; [bad word] #39; Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic
 [bad word] are screaming like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back