Diamond D - 5 Fingas of Death lyrics

"Where are you?" "Hey, there you are!"
"How does it feel to know you only
Have a few more seconds to live?"

Check it, I stay jeweled up
Pockets swelled up from banks I held up
Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck
I never catch cold feet when I hold heat
We roll deep
Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep
I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
On the block all alone and put
The Glock to his dome
Tell him "Give it up quick, you nitwit
Don't try to get slick
Or I'm a let this four-fifth spit
And leave your shit split"
Grip, it ain't nothing decent about me
A true thug for real
You can ask the precinct about me
A rap junkie
Don't try to play me like some flunky
Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy
Attitude grumpy
Mad niggas be fronting the life
Popping mad shit
Trying to be something they not
Your faggot ass better stay to dancing
Don't even look at me
I might break your jaw for glancing
That's right in '97 Harlem kids is blowing
And we don't trip
We'll let a bitch starve til
Her ribs are showing

It's the divine mastermind
I turn nickels to dimes
The authentic genuine that's out to shine
The cool cat, the true mack, the smooth raps
Chickens be like "Who's that?" I
Be doing my thing, kid
(True dat) forget fronting, I'm beyond that
I roll with brothers ready for combat
All for eye-to-eye contact
With skills, G, yo it's ill, see, for real, B
Ain't no barbeque
Niggas better stop trying to grill me
Huh, sent that style to the essence
Got niggas stressing my style
Pull like fluoresence
No question, tough type to clutch mics
No positive upright
I'm the "I don't give a fuck" type
Expose the facts, you know the haps
We go to laugh astrological
Like the signs in the Zodiac
To rap you, out the stack glue, word up
My style's tighter than a fat
Bitch in a cat suit
Suprise G, it's not wise see to size me
When I operate
It's Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely
Gotta do my thing, word up (Beg ya pardon?)
Time to bounce
Gotta skate like Tonya Harding

Yo I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist
Chickens ever diss, they become featherless
Hate derelicts, certified gold metalist
You play fly cause I'm the
Most high like Everest
Look at all these fakes
Musically you imitate the crates
Won't succeed moving at full
Speed with no breaks
Like Jake, watch me take your entourage
Can't see me, I'm camoflauge, and besides
I'm God
Mad hard, like the SAT, have shorties
Caught up in the mental, watch her bless AG
Eveidently, you still don't know
Because you tempt me
Thought you was the boss when
Your fat thoughts were empty
Not Fat Joey Crack
But still Jealous One's Envy
Who sent me? DITC, good and plenty
Like the doctor
Smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers"
Get rude like Shabba
Make moves behind my blockers
Crazy sickness, you want the pure
You'd better pick this
Bitches can't get this
Faggots remain dickless

Before we get started
Let's talk about these coward hearted MC's
That claim to be true
OG's and war specialists
Forever busting guns on the circus ship
But when the beef comes, get on the?
You know the deal
I come with nothing but the real
Certified pejente, recognize mi gente
Whether East Coast or West Coast
I'll lick 'em all strip naked
Bitch niggas will never be respected
Joey Green
Bagging doubles up in Bowling Green
For all my team, packing the nine
For soon as this team is rolling clean
You know the team, never giving a fuck
Playing thick in the cut
Get your shit laced up wHAT THE fuck!

Yo I'm flipping on niggas
Like Dre's and Cracks
My raps react on your cardiac
Like a heart attack
Some niggas front for stunts who want
Take a puff of the blunt and
Play a nigga like a chump
But, I don't play that shit for no chicks
Sucking the next nigga's dick, moving pricks
I'm too slick for you high school dropouts
You got knocked and tried to cop out
Couldn't fight when the kids
Pulled the mop out and wails you out
Right at home saying "Bail me out"
Little small time
Fucked up when you called mines
D Squared, one of the greatest of all time

Yeah, DITC representing for the '97
Word life