stay oild

Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked

You better surrender before you get smoked

You niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke?

I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast

So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews

Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse

I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk

So stay alert, no smirk, cause these knuckles hurt

I'm from the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry

And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle

I revive crowds with live styles

Don't hang with jive pals

Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'

Well, I'm flave, and I was down with the crime wave

Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave

In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks

Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed

Innovated, rappers you know who made it

Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter

Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter

I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare

Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer

Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up

Sour luck, niggas gotten props to swallow nuts

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb McGruff

I'm on some murder stuff

And when I talk every verb is rough

Front on this and get beat bad

With big bats that bruise, break bones

Then wind up bloody in a bodybag

MC's are live, but I'm mad liver

Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver

Step to this and get sliced with ease

Ate up like rice and peas

Yo, I'm nice with these

Ask the nigga in my last bout

He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out

Microphones I gotta tear

Peace to Big L, straight from hell

I'm the fuck up outta here