5 Fingas Of Death lyrics

f/ Big L, Lord Finesse, A.G., Fat Joe<br />
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&quot;Where are you?&quot;&quot;Hey, there you are!&quot;<br />
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&quot;How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?&quot;<br />
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*gunshot*<br />
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(&quot;Big L&quot; - Cut and scratched)<br />
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[Big L]<br />
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Check it, I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up<br />
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Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck<br />
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I never catch cold feet when I hold heat<br />
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We roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep<br />
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I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn<br />
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On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome<br />
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Tell him &quot;Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick<br />
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Or I'm a let this four-fifth spit and leave your shit split&quot;<br />
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Grip, it ain't nothing decent about me<br />
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A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me<br />
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A rap junkie, don't try to play me like some flunky<br />
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Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy<br />
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Mad niggas be fronting the life<br />
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Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not<br />
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Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me<br />
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I might break your jaw for glancing, that's right<br />
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In '97 Harlem kids is blowing<br />
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And we don't trip, we'll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showing<br />
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(&quot;Lord Finesse&quot; - Cut and scratched)<br />
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[Lord Finesse]<br />
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It's the divine mastermind, I turn nickels to dimes<br />
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The authentic genuine that's out to shine<br />
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The cool cat, the true mack, the smooth raps<br />
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Chickens be like &quot;Who's that?&quot; I be doing my thing, kid (True dat)<br />
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Forget fronting, I'm beyond that, I roll with brothers ready for combat<br />
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All for eye-to-eye contact<br />
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With skills, G, yo it's ill, see, for real, B<br />
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Ain't no barbeque, niggas better stop trying to grill me<br />
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Huh, sent that style to the essence<br />
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Got niggas stressing my style, pull like fluoresence<br />
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No question, tough type to clutch mics<br />
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No positive upright, I'm the &quot;I don't give a fuck&quot; type<br />
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Expose the facts, you know the haps<br />
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We go to laugh astrological, like the signs in the Zodiac<br />
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To rap you, out the stack glue, word up<br />
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My style's tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suit<br />
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Suprise G, it's not wise see to size me<br />
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When I operate, it's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely<br />
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Gotta do my thing, word up (Beg ya pardon?)<br />
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Time to bounce, gotta skate like Tonya Harding<br />
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(&quot;A.G.&quot; - Cut and scratched)<br />
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[A.G.]<br />
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Yo I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist<br />
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Chickens ever diss, they become featherless<br />
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Hate derelicts, certified gold metalist<br />
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You play fly cause I'm the most high like Everest<br />
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Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates<br />
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Won't succeed moving at full speed with no breaks<br />
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Like Jake, watch me take your entourage<br />
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Can't see me, I'm camoflauge, and besides, I'm God<br />
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Mad hard, like the S.A.T., have shorties<br />
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Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.<br />
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Eveidently, you still don't know, because you tempt me<br />
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Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty<br />
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Not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy<br />
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Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty<br />
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Like the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch &quot;Clockers&quot;<br />
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Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my blockers<br />
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Crazy sickness, you want the pure, you'd better pick this<br />
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Bitches can't get this, faggots remain dickless<br />
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(&quot;Fat Joe&quot; - Cut and scratched)<br />
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[Fat Joe]<br />
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Before we get started, let's talk about these coward-hearted MC's<br />
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That claim to be true O.G.'s and war specialists<br />
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Forever busting guns on the circus ship<br />
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But when the beef comes, get on the ???<br />
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You know the deal, I come with nothing but the real<br />
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Certified pejente, recognize mi gente<br />
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Whether East Coast or West Coast, I'll lick 'em all<br />
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Strip naked, bitch niggas will never be respected<br />
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Joey Green, bagging doubles up in Bowling Green<br />
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For all my team, packing the nine, for soon as this team is rolling clean<br />
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You know the team, never giving a fuck<br />
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Playing thick in the cut, get your shit laced up<br />
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WHAT THE FUCK!<br />
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(&quot;Diamond D&quot; - Cut and scratched)<br />
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[Diamond]<br />
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Yo I'm flipping on niggas like Dre's and Cracks<br />
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My raps react on your cardiac like a heart attack<br />
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Some niggas front for stunts who want<br />
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Take a puff of the blunt and play a nigga like a chump<br />
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But I don't play that shit for no chicks<br />
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Sucking the next nigga's dick, moving pricks<br />
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I'm too slick for you high school dropouts<br />
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You got knocked and tried to cop out<br />
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Couldn't fight when the kids pulled the mop out<br />
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And wails you out, right at home saying &quot;Bail me out&quot;<br />
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Little small time, fucked up when you called mines<br />
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D Squared, one of the greatest of all time<br />
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Yeah, D.I.T.C. representing for the '97, word life
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