5 fingers of death (feat. D.i.T.C.)

(feat. Big L, Lord Finesse, A.G., Fat Joe)
'Where are you?' 'Hey, there you are!'
'How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live ?'
[gunshot]
[Cut and scratched] 'Big L'
[Big L]
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 oclock in the morn
On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome
Tell him 'Give it up quick, you nitwit, dont try to get slick
Or Im a let this four-fifth spit and leave your shit split'
Grip, it aint nothing decent about me
A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me
A rap junkie, dont 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, dont even look at me
I might break your jaw for glancing, thats right
In 97 Harlem kids is blowing
And we dont trip, well let a bitch starve til her ribs are showing
[Cut and scratched] 'Lord Finesse'
[Lord Finesse]
Its the divine mastermind, I turn nickels to dimes
The authentic genuine thats out to shine
The cool cat, the true mack, the smooth raps
Chickens be like 'Whos that?' I be doing my thing, kid (True dat)
Forget fronting, Im beyond that, I roll with brothers ready for combat
All for eye-to-eye contact
With skills, G, yo its ill, see, for real, B
Aint 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, Im the 'I dont 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 styles tighter than a fat bitch in a cat suit
Suprise G, its not wise see to size me
When I operate, its Smooth Sailing like Ron Isely
Gotta do my thing, word up (Beg ya pardon?)
Time to bounce, gotta skate like Tonya Harding
[Cut and scratched] 'A.G.'
[A.G.]
Yo Im the cleverest, top ten terrorist
Chickens ever diss, they become featherless
Hate derelicts, certified gold metalist
You play fly cause Im the most high like Everest
Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates
Wont succeed moving at full speed with no breaks
Like Jake, watch me take your entourage
Cant see me, Im camoflauge, and besides, Im God
Mad hard, like the S.A.T., have shorties
Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.
Eveidently, you still dont know, because you tempt me
Thought you was the boss when your fat thoughts were empty
Not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous Ones Envy
Who sent me? D.I.T.C., 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, youd better pick this
Bitches cant get this, faggots remain dickless
[Cut and scratched] 'Fat Joe'
[Fat Joe]
Before we get started, lets talk about these coward-hearted MCs
That claim to be true O.G.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, Ill 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!
[Cut and scratched] 'Diamond D'
[Diamond]
Yo Im flipping on niggas like Dres 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 dont play that shit for no chicks
Sucking the next niggas dick, moving pricks
Im too slick for you high school dropouts
You got knocked and tried to cop out
Couldnt 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, D.I.T.C. representing for the97, word life<比如>