1.Gruff Express
Yo, this the one right here tone....yeah this that shit right
Here....herb mcgruff....the crime dog, harlem world, n.f.l......
Verse 1：
Ya'll know who holdin', get money while you dozin'
Jewels frozen, hit skins with two trojans
Harlems on the rise, the new slogan
All of these guys get blew open
Whole crew totin'
To hell with that braggin' and boastin'
I'm'a put my mag in motion, leave all you fags floatin'
Wrapped up, don't get yourself capped up
Try and act up, watch the four-our make you back up
Dums dums, you know where the clique come from
Flip bricks, goin' in on sticks for lumpsomes
Harlem world baby, up in ya girl crazy
In a tinted out v-12 pearl mercedes
Six pusher, mackin' all these hookers who took us
Thats my stick man, he don't say shit, keep the cooker
Beat and whoop ya, knock yo ass out cold
Pass ya gold, teflons harass ya soul
And death become you
Clap you, take everything from you
Fuck a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungle
Hell here, hear me？ nothin' like bel-air
Niggas sell here, mad bitches on welfare
Fuck the mayor, i'm tryin' to make a million bucks a year
They wanna see me try, watch this villian duck the chair
Kingpinnin', doin' my thing, grinnin'
Stayed in the bing in prison
Ripped this cat for a ring that glistened
Pullin' off them stings like a tradition
Stay schemin' like latin kings up in the system
Move with wisdom, catch 'em with these duded thats gonna twist
'em
Uz' lift 'em, every nigga he knew gon' miss 'em
Gruffy, man you either hate me or you love me
Nothin' in between that, i mean that
For greenbacks, rob niggas, sell fiends crack
Lay 'em down flat, where my man's two pound at？
Chorus -
Can't nobody do it better
It makes me happy countin' cheddar, yeah
Wine-n-dinin', diamonds shinin'
Pushin' benzos with tinted windows, yeah
Verse 2：
Hold my head and polly
Lay low from federalli's
When i squeeze shit get hot like red tomales
Tecks and shotty's, hot ones catchin' bodies
Respect my robbery, poppi you copy？
Gimme them bricks, masterminded plenty of sticks
Sip remy with chicks, cock the semi on dicks
Yo, these slugs ain't got no name
Watch yo' frame
I almost shot a dame who came to cop cocaine
Squeezed on the oye
Two-thousand grams of raw yay
Took the bricks, wiped the prints off the doorway
Four-four spray, connivin' like keyser soze
Flippin' pies, robbin' them spanish guys on broadway
Crime doggy, cartier shines from maury's
Dapper don, average cat rap beyond
Strap be on, desert storm gat be warm
What the deal is, i'm'a show you niggas what the real is.
Chorus 2x
2.Harlem Kidz Get Biz
I'm from the east coast, i don't care, snatch police coats
Leave the beast roast, gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost
Walk wit notes, plus i'm known for puttin forks in throats
Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks
No joke, the burner, that'll total leave you unwoke
Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt or smoke
Spaced out loke, sherm head, my eyes turn red
One time i came in off my high level, and guys was dead
Hold my own, from my harlem home to riker's
Up state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackers
They got the average black man labeled as a savage
Before that cabbage, he turn to pick a bad habit
Word to miz, my frontin harlem kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Let me tell ya, how i live, i put paraphernalia
Wait, herb mcgruff ain't got vowels to show ya
Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinkin
Gettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkin
Heroine don, yeah, private jet airborne
Me and my niggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear on
Sip crystal, skip the mo', don't like fidel castro
Sportin diamond rings, like don king wit that wild afro
It's time no, knowhatimean？ harlem bout to blow
No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough
Where i'm from son, snitches be dialin 911
But those the one you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums
Aiyo, my town's real, it ain't no fairy tale here
Homicide harlem, blaow, what's the problem？
We rob 'em, take all the jewels and the lucci
Cowards that grave, hit the fools wit the uzi
I lived this, handle all my business, leave no witness
God bless the guy who test the fine dress
To die f to bs, rock the cock this leg gs
Gruff be hittin virg, the skin, couldn't be sex the stretch
Hold my own, i'm own as the black al capone
Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome
I want three nine, and linic is where you will find this menace
Puffin la, sippin harvey's bristol, wine and guinness
3.This Is How We Do
Yesh, yesh, y'all, gruff stay fresh y'all
Puffin bless y'all, in the lex' to the mall
So called bad chick, sexin you all
Give gruff a call, let me flex in them walls
Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on
Get your reebok money, send ya ass home
Is gruff a playa？ nigga ask pretty tone
Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit
If i ever die, your joe's gon have a fit
Herb be phat, linen down derby hat
Gators bitin, minks and fur on me back
Live talk shows, pop corks offa mo's
My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose
Private jet, nigga, whole life is set
Life like begets, mega ice on the neck
Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu
Harlem world baby and the lb crew
Now we do, party to the sky turn blue
Pollyin, yeah, that's what we gon' do
I'm creepin uptown, and my mans ride wit em
He got three dutches in the ash tray and sal wit 'em
He gettin blunted, so he wanted me to slide me
Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit him
We on fdr drive, doing 95
Smokin trees, on the ways, saturday night live
Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin pad is hot
Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so i said why not
Peepin, ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot
Shorty open the door wit the short and the knot
Wit the belly button showin, the l that slip
Yo i smell that shit, yo i can tell that shit
Soon as my man creep wit shorty inside the room
I con', i continue to spark up my moon, cuz
Aiyo, gruff holdin, keep the bar rollin
Check me in vip, gettin love open
The fellow wit cream, gon sell her a dream
Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between
Knowhatimean？ kick game, puff la green
Everywhere gruff go, shine like high beam
Word up, ya know the ice burnt up
Give me one minute have your wife skirt up
And all playa haters get they life hold up
Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up
Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga
Call it don p., then go relax wit her
4.Many Know
Come on ungh ungh hit em phat what
Come on just like that ungh yo yo
I sip on x-o
Collect dough
Leave your whole block wetto
Bust out my glock gecko
Got you petro hold your heart and don't let go
Meet your doom as soon as that heat go boom
Gun slinga relay only on one finger
The one that's itchie your son hit me
I wan't my gun wit me they got harlem world like gun city
Y'all know who dumb gritty
Y'all know who come wit the glicky
For fun strickly
Front you'll get stung quickly
Pistol whipped up you know what's next if you get up
I did it in what mapped the join an hid in the cut
An after that black slid wit yo slut an nigga what
Many niggas know that we be fly
Harlem workd baby do or die
Swimmin in tha chocha we be high
Niggas can't see us so why try
Yo aiyo gruff hot
Cd sell like drug spot
Mouth weedy smell
Eyes blood shot
Buc pop look at feds takin mug shots
Real niggas move swift na ta duck cops
You know how we go
Puff dro head all day moet all day
Sweat all day
Ain't nothin changed still got my ghetto ways
I'ma be gruff even when i'm dead or gray
Do my thing in hip-hop
Get this bread off yay
Keep my wolves wit me might have ta let off spray
So niggas better watch what you said or say
Or pass away
So called bad niggas won't last a day
Wit gruff baby
A.k.a. cashius clay mister leagal
Check my record in the three two
Bct who dat he be me
Yeah yo release hatred
Release favorite
Picture gruff walk da streets naked
My dessert eagle be diesel niggas fiebel
Yo money when you get some evil
I live illegal bust hot ones get rid of people
Cats don't learn frontin and there gat don't burn
You talkin myth stylin wit a big fo fifth
Son yo soft and never did your gun go off
Keep it real for all my guns up north
Gruff lenox harlem world 139 fuckin lenox
Buck relentless till they put me up in bentess
Funeral home squezze put two in your dome
Ever since i was young
I was influenced wit chrome now i smoke haze
Reminisce of broke days sippin on that old lemon
Twist an roseay's get publishin
Screw when the coke raise
Use to ball keys now i collect raw tee's
What nigga
5.Exquisite
Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisite
Pop niggas then i throw the biscuit
Get some 'dro and twist it, when from mo' to cryst shit
Still gettin that dough, on the striz-ip, on the coke tiz-up
They call me gruffie, crime hound, used to be a pound puppy
You should see the way i down bubbly
Every dame in the town love me, stay dip
Cardiere flame shit, polo brown rugby
Moves too swift to let ya clowns touch me
Smokin like a doo-doo dutchie, and you get found musty
Bust his here, man ya cats just infer
It's been a while now, i must appear, ya ass out
You fuckin wit the cause of this, who liver than this
Dive on ya wrist, take ya rollie, try to resist
Now i'm in the club shakin wit some pie and some cryst
And that shit ya be makin ain't hotter than this
Ya know how them thug cats do
Mcgruff style hard wit that harlem crew
Gettin bent every day, all day
The club see sick, it's that harlem way, exquisite
Yo, yo my name rings, champagne king, chain danglin
Harlem world to england, make world tour moves
Up in hotels, girls all nude, who want get screwed
Big boobs, wantin to get wit the dudes, sippin crys' wit the
cube
Lookin slick on the tube, yo these bitches got my dick in the
mood
Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us some food
We in the rich cart and got baby girl clit fartin
Newly ro', day your dick cartin, six squadron
Forty d, front row seats, knicks at the garden
We players, six hundred benzes, navigators
Snatchin papers, overseas, under grass and acres
When it catch in vegas, bastards hate us
Fly first class wit gators, flash the latest
My ass stay switch ya ass to neighbors
Diamond rings from stings, still spendin cash on more capers
I drop hot rhymes, take ya hot 97 slot time
I shine like an archive, her thirty night dime
V-12, six hundred gas, put my nike on
Put a mic on, put it piked on
Strong-arm like 'nam, desert storm never fight calm
Roll fifth, shook my right arm, pearl white palm
Murder your life form, make more noise than a night storm
Heavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bomb
Light tron, then there's no tellin, who i might harm
Top wall, street businessman, in they white bond
It's like on, bullet holes, buck 50 life long
Fight strong, don juan, ill trife con
Write hype shit, my gang can make a dike like dick
And my crew bigger than ya crew, twice as thick
Niggas be lookin for some mic's to stick, nights to slick
And pikin dick and all the bad righteous chicks
My niggas light toke, you like them flicks
Tenure conversely, all types of kicks
My man l got 25 to life, told me life's a bitch
Said hold ya head gruff, son and write them hits
6.What Part Of The Game
I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin to kid man
I will slam dunk on your big man
Been rappin for years, crackin them bears, the sound of platinum
chairs
Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly
I bust shots until the heat gets heavy
Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, will make me blink
I'll pull my shank out, and give a warrior's cry
If you ain't down wit my crew, all you die
You can tell i'm real, by lookin in the ball of my eye
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby and my baby
Can my some dough on teem summit
Countin the loot, fountain the youth, the young god
Here's the inside thug, like a marmashad
Some wanna have emotions and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney, when i speak most of them feel me
So, keep my name off ya breath
'fore my nigga gruff take the chain off ya chest
All guaranteeing, blaow, take the brain off ya neck
Off the top of the dough, one shot and you'll blow
Fuckin wit panama p.i., guarantee i'll take ya outta ya zone
Aiyo me and my nigga hais, ride, lay loose
Case ya try to play zeus, got the tray deuce
Hidin right inside the bubble, face goose
Not to quickly to make to make news
I'ma ace deuce, caught cases, i got gotti and o.j. juice
And my crew, you're very stackless, very cock now
Phase of every rocky, turn your caviar ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki, spanish nigga try to front on me
I say papi rocky, wish he would of shot me
Cuz i don't care if he frail or cock d.
When i got the glock, b, can't stop me
And no judicial system could affix me, try to lock me
Over papes on mine, mr. d.a., someone to lace ya dime
And tell p.h. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of
mine
Cuz i got my girl curry, live in d.c.
Work the spring court, you know for me, that just scary
How harlem nigga do, get in the building bitch hurry
Before my girl see, back to top, so she can give me one on jury
Says hung, got her sprung, she fell that i'm young
Her little toy boy, make her lick my ass wit a tongue
She's so smart, she's dumb, but i keep, tomorrow ain't promised
Now i might need a one way flight to st. thomas
And at the same time i got a jag fetish
And who knows, i might have bad credit
I can't borrow from niggas i ass betted
Go to your girl, i pop my truck faster
Don't make me flex on you ghetto style like funkmaster
You got money, what it look like？
You got crack, what it cook like？
You got a song, wit the hook like？
Word is bond, when p.i. hit the microphone, niggas took mics
You got crack, what it cook like？
You got a song, wit the hook like？
You got some money, what it look like？
What part of the game is that？
You fuck around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat
I live the god knowledge, my book of life, he read like twice
Five percent shine, today the grease like, my attribute's like
Paretic chrome, i thrown, throw it at your dome, blown
It be known, like sa salasi clone, connect wit one zone
Cybernetic, verbal buck slang, king ebonic
Nickname farad, all of ya dude, rock me muhammad
I came swift, wit off as the shit, they couldn't catch it
Define this, got drawn so swift, couldn't detect it
Thug covert, sip scotch drink, just like an irish
Move like the infamous full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad olympic, fragile fitness
Supreme gymnast, ancient decent, homey scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the wimbledon, thug gentlemen
Guess jeans, wu shirts, construction timberland
You're nobody wit nothing and your name shall be nathan
Who you facin, slugs blazin the amazin
Aiyo check it, i used to live reckless
Snatch kids necklace, nigga respect this
A nigga catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your death wish, leave you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real life thug, every one know
From the bumjo, to the kids, to colombo
My niggas locked down doin state, did you rumble？
Twenty five to l, on the humble, real thug shit
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck wit
Care rugged, from the skulls down to the timb's
Surroundin your benz, wit niggas houndin your gems
Yo pump this jam in your joint
All my thug niggas cruisin wit the mamas on points
City wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas
I even make boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem world slugger, watch it explode like pearl harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's vodka
And get them hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em proper
Yo i'm a sex fiend, fuckin in my 400 hundred lex' ring
Flex cream, presidential rolly wit gets gleam
7.Who Holds His Own
Verse 1：
I was born a poor black kid, pops doin' a bid
Ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge
My moms dukes had to raise my on her own
All alone, never had a father home
I remember clear as day seein' my mother pray
Hopin' i don't be like my pops and go the other way
But you get tired of your pockets bein' empty
Gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
At thirteen had to get my by all means
Sellin' to fiends, pops up state raisin' hell in the greens
Fuck that, i'm'a hustle, i can't see my momma struggle
In these harlem streets drama loves you.
Chorus - some niggas may have, some niggas may not have, but god
bless
The child who holds his own, who holds his own.
Verse 2：
Never was a stray a student
Always played hookie, gettin' buddhad
Dropped out of high school, the streets raised me
Runnin' 'round holdin' heat crazy
My pops played me, left when i was a baby
Perhaps he hate me, why the mothafucka make me？
Why the hell is life like this？ trife like this？
Sometimes i wanna slice my wrist
Found out i had a gift and thought twice 'bout shit
Now i'm changin', whole like re-arrangin'
Left the crack game'n for the rap game'n
Ain't exactly where i wanna be but i ain't complainin'
Maintainin', focus on my money and my fame'n
Entertainin', risin' to the top since i came in
Blazin', and i ain't goin' nowhere yo i'm remainin'
Chorus
Verse 3：
Man, i miss them niggas who got clapped for tryin' to get them
figures
Everybody leavin'
They say thugs go to hell when we stop breathin', and i believe
'em
And i ain't tryin' to be there, i got mouths to feed
Love my seeds, look just like me
Dress like me, gotta be the best like me
Raise 'em up right so they won't be stressed like me
Gotta be there for them, not no penetentiary
Think back, sippin' remy, maybe henessey
Nigga ballin' now, gotta say one love to heavy-d
Chorus 2x
8.What Cha Doin To Me
Now check it, uptown kid on the record
Who you thought？ who you expected？
Gruff number one, get layed, lust in the sun
Now i'm gettin paid without bustin my gun
Make music, but still in i say boot it
But still in all i stay looted, still in all
I'm the slick cat that heav' recruited
No one see platinum and then play stupid
Harlem's on the rise now, you surprised now
For those who slept, bet they recognize now
Can't hold us, can't stand to see my ro' wristband wit boulders
Can't withstand my soldiers, told ya
We gon' explode like oklahoma
Put the rap game in the yoke and the coma
Feel fame comin closer, photograph name on poster
Dame in the rover
What cha doin to me？ keep comin baby
How you makin me feel, keep comin baby
Yo give it to ya hardcore, but never raw baby
Be on tour crazy, leave shows wit three or four ladies
Tryin to stroke out, stand up, poke out
Let the smoke out, let the loke out
Sexin broke out, rock begets no doubt
Niggas wanna be playas but just no clout
Man bubbly refresh my mouth
Besides that been fresh before fresh was out
Check it out, check my background, check how i'm layin my mack
down
Check the store near you, for the hound phat sound
Herb could flow, you ain't the first to know
Watch me burst and blow, cuz i'm thirst for dough
No question g, millionaire destined to be
Tucks no less than a g, who fresher than me？
Or heavy d, check the pedigree
From uptown to beverly, papes be steady, see
Ooh rougher than rough, big m, little c, gruff
You can't get enough, say what
Gruff official, what the deal nigga, bust the crystal
Bust the style, baby lust the style
Dutch your isle, knowhatimean？ philly two mile
Nowadays niggas really be foul
What's goin on out there？ is all i hear
Black on black crime, and you know the law don't care
War out there, almost got caught out there
But i didn't, so i gotta thank the lord out there, cuz there is
one
Know people listen to my songs in they system
Know people think i don't belong in prison
Lord forgive 'em, please, for all that sinnin
Puffin weed and tossin women
9.Destined To Be
Herb mcgruff, gats in the beat, the richest black man on earth
Who gon stop me？ fish scale for papi
Spots all over, from new york to utah
Salt lake city, stay jiggy, cranberry eight fitty
Tented wit bb's, stash box got three keys
Puffin trees, lock on my knees for car jackin thieves
I'm gettin lucci, versace, cucci, gucci
Be loungin like luke be, wit wall to wall coochie
Uh, gruffie, know your biggest dream is to fuck me
This willie sip the bubbly, homicide's be ugly
For the record, i'm connected across the borders
Meetin bermuda blue waters on the celly givin orders
Cream functionin, 52 states, i'm bumpin in
Humpin in, operation, flowin and pumpin in
Big willie, crystal, isle's and phillies
Don't act retarded, i'm guarded by nine millies
＂life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny＂ -- prodigy
＂my theme is all about making the green
Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably＂ --
havoc
I rest my ebony grill up in beverly hills
Smokin phills, listenin to stephanie mills
Lifestyles of the rich and famous, all on anus
I'm in the spotlight, who don't know what my name is
Life dangerous, police always puttin me through changes
But in my spare time, i be at the golf rangers
Gruff, blowin up wit mr. big stuff
The hamster, soul on soul, we on a roll
Explodin, platinum hits, cop catchin fits
Got this rap shit lock like pitch
Niggas call it quits
For '96 and forever, i'mma get the cheddar
I keep it by the lever, sport my minks in cold weather
I'm well known, rockin icy jewel stones
They be shinin, like stars from the twilight zone
You know my major, 1-800 sky pager flavor
Colombian connection, don p., honey sexin
Now who be that？ hundred dollar bills crispy
Versace suit, slightly out the blaze, handkerchief be
Gator morty slidin through the party mad pissy
Champagne cooler filled wit mo', don, and crysty
Eyes low from the dutch and hydro
When bubbly get low, what the fuck we rhyme on
I'm univer-sal, gals love herb's style
Every now and then, mix my herb wit tical
I run wit real niggas, who live life foul
My clan's off the hook, y'all soft and shook
Now look, we never talk, lives get took
Straight up crook, gruff could never live by the book
10.Freestyle
I want fast cash, slow dough's a no-no
And livin so-so, flip coco, dippin from po-po
Clippin fo-fo, sippin alize and mo-mo
Ro' glow, incognito, on the low-low
Puff 'dro slow, bulletproof, vest and hat
On my waist, rest my gat, shut your trap
Threat the rap, watch yo, begets get yapped
Harlem world's where i rest my bat
Before the rap was on the map
Nigga, gettin freshin crack
Get them stacked, kept the mack, accept the fact
You see me, protect ya back
Throw you in the dope fiend, watch your neck go crack
Let's go back, when i used to chess, go chat
Give me your dough stack, nigga, plus the fresh go-lack
Let me hold that, me hold that, me hold that, me hold that
11.Dangerzone
The uptown connec' is very powerful
What we need to do is
Build somethin, so powerful
That nobody can fuck with us
See what i mean？
Okay
Fuck those cockroaches
Yeah
Check it out
Here come
Mase
The muthafuckin big l
My nigga gruff
Bout to bring it to you faggots
So when this shit drop
Y'all niggas be ready to go for your guns, nigga
Check it out
1-2
Hit em one time, yo
Yo, i barely know you
But the way you front, make you wanna blow you
You rappin, but you local, my shit is goin global
Niggas ain't ready, nah, fuck figures that petty
I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes
Any nigga met me know i'm bout gettin cheddy
Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 chevy
I watched my man get banned tryin to plan scams
Done ran grams on a pan am to san fran
We want the money, so it's a must we get paid
I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made
Send bricks to poppy, be big as liberacce
You don't believe me？ nigga, watch me
Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home
Tell em you saw mase in _rolling stone_ holdin a chrome
Now he probably out in a pocanose strokin hoes
Smokin those, celebratin, open the mo？s
A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high
Even his boo'll try to set him for his moolah
The cops take us to where a cell block await us
I watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciers
Yo l, i ain't got to tell you what to do
Man, just lace them niggas
Word up, dun
Harlem nyc style
B-i-g style
Mvp style
Baby, check it out
Check it, i got more papers than the new york post
Packin toast, this host is quick to roast the mic, then i'm
ghost
I'm not a soprano like that italiano sammy gravano
Mc's be gettin knocked off like paulie castellano
This little menace be guzzlin hennessy
Props from here to tennessee, police wanna finish me
You know i hate jakes, they mad cause i make papes
I'm large like the great lakes, with drug spots in 8 states
Chillin, makin sure this money is right
Sippin sunny delite, hittin every honey in sight
Playboy, tracks i like rough, ain't that right, gruff？
I might puff some green shit, but no white stuff
I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your shit
stitched
I drop slick hits (go l) get off my dick, bitch
When i was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich
Now i kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits
And i'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows
Smokin foes and strokin hoes in a pocanose
Without cash you ain't meant to live
Signin out corleone, the uptown representative
Hey yo, gruff, man
This is yo track, man
What you waitin for？
Rip this shit
Now my life somethin finer, it wasn't when i was a minor
See, but now i'm pumpin china
White, nigga, yeah, right out the diner
For this shit here i could get time in either
Facility, locked up where all the villains be
Make your first move if you're bored of grillin me
＞from harlem world, take care of your mob and your girl
Too much dom, gruff can't starve in this world
.38 revolve with the pearl
My wolves hollerin at the moon as the earth revolve in a twirl
Blood thirst, nigga with dough get rushed first
Get him, a thug search, tell him these slugs hurt
Do you in, hooligans, timbs and rough shirts
Bust jerks, better duck when gruff squirts
Leave niggas in more pain than when your nuts hurt
Give niggas the business, done-done much dirt
Alright, alright
You see what i'm talkin about？
That's what i'm talkin about
Who started this？
Uptown
Who made this？
Harlem
Soon the whole world...
Everything's sugarless, baby
Now okay
12.Before We Start
Chorus (mary brown singing)
Before we start fuckin', i wanna know if this is right, or is it
only
For one night
Tell me, before i get open, i wanna know whats on your mind,
baby don't
Waste my time
Verse 1：
Gruff stunnin', just like hev i keep it comin'
Keep the gin pumpin', freaks i'm slam dunkin'
Twistin' 'em, whippin' 'em, pourin' criss on 'em
The more i spit at 'em the more it gets to them
Position 'em, explore and fish in 'em
Keep them rainhats like i'm goin' fishin'n
Go deep, man i ain't no lil' bo peep
Sex so sweet, lick you neck to yo' feet
We can go eat, scoop you in the range rov. jeep
Creep to the marriot get a lil' suite
God damm, look at that ass on monique
It'll have a nigga trickin' his cash the whole week.
Chorus -
Verse 1：
Gruffy, girl you know you wanna rush me
Cuss me, talkin' 'bout i ain't see you since you fucked me
I don't wanna argue, i wanna puff and sip bubbly
Don't be mad at me 'cause these other chicks love me
Now i'm ugly？ whats the matter you don't trust me？
What you mean you beeped me？ i ain't get that
Don't sweat that, respect that
Gruff put them diamonds where your neck at
Picked you up in lefrak just so i can sex that
Talk to you dirty baby, kiss you where your breasts at
Can you dig that？ that new attitude you need to quit that
I ain't wit' that, you ain't the way you was when i hit that
Did that, girls just be givin' up the kit-kat
Chorus
Verse 3：
All the ladies wanna know is where gruff at？
They love that smooth harlem world thug cat
Stay high until the day i die
First class is the way i fly, nothin' less
I don't want nothin' but the best of success
Dough to invest, pressy rol's with baguettes
The whole mess, from here where we go next？
What a nigga wouldn't do for yo' sex？
Harlem diplomat, crime hound nigga stickin' that
Twistin' that, never lickin' that and thats that
I like how yo' ass phat, chocolate mac
Hit it from the front, from the back and thats a wrap.
Chorus 2x
All you niggas gon' hate this...money takers...uh...uptown
Universal.....children of the corn....mcgruff and hev
diggy....d.o.....
13.Reppin' Uptown
(sheek luciano)
Yo, i'm the same nigga that when i get locked up
I don't call no nigga to bail me out
(jadakiss)
(mcgruff)
Yo, let me sit for a while, man
(ty)
I wanna get acquainted with niggas
I'm ready to blow niggas down for the jack
(uptown)
Whatever
(yonkers
Harlem)
Yo, it wouldn't be wise to play this guy
But let's say you tried, it'd be the day you die
I'm jay to the - mmpfaah, callin ya on love tat, baby
And all i see is payday, y'all niggas ain't crazy
Frontin like you big, but i run with them kids
That'll poke one in your ribs, leave you under the bridge
It's a money thing, and a little bit
Make niggas forget about they youth, like they bulletproof
Doin deals in benegans with dominicans
But my transporter's a bad west indian
I always knew i had butter, but i never found it
When your style be like the law, cause i get around it
Aiyo respect comes first, send it throughout the barrel
Bullets travel - until you hit the gravel
Every week's a war for sure, so i adore
Those who keep the toast close, mi amor
Audi 840, gettin floored for raw
And the streets come first, i can teach you more
Like if i knew you had bricks, i'd be kickin your door
I'ma rob em with guess jeans and air max jogs
Only one page, you ain't ready for the saga
In it for the dough, flow hotter than lava
'livin off experience' layin low like the nigerians
Cut like a cesarean
Yo, if i can't afford ？？？, how you figure i could write a rhyme？
Or do crime and hustle and still struggle at the same time
Stay wonderin when the next time we might eat
We pack heat and run from police like a track meet
I'm tryin to acquire the cheddar to make my life better
Rock gucci sweaters, push beamers with the headers
But right now ain't nothin lavish for my members
In and out of jail for the past 2 decembers
I even seen a kingpin get stripped naked in sing-sing
Used to be a thug, but in jail he's somebody thing-thing
I ain't tryin to look jiggy when i'm runnin from miss piggy
Cause fancy niggas get extorted kinda quickly in the city
Puff 'dro from the _high times_
Committin organized crimes
Ski mask disguise mine
Slid by the guidelines
Bust off like fire nines
Stalk, i shine, frauds talkin jive rhymes
Get they earth took, nigga frontin like herb shook
The dirt book, run with thirst crooks, 8th and the 3rd look
Word look, smoke you like purple hayze herb cook
Caught a pie from these oyeys on my first jook
Fuck it, yo, life's a bitch, gotta love it though
All i ever wanted was knots and buck the flow
Have a mansion, dope parties with a tubble-mo
You know how the shit goes
Fly hoes strip clothes and my kitkos
14.Stop It
＂yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this....＂
I got the world in my world in my clutches
Gettin' smoked, twirlin' dutches
Jingle everywhere i go, girls wanna fuck this
Fly guy, i'm'a die high smokin' my lye
Be on the low, can't find me, why try？
Ends i'm holdin' 'em
Chumps with no dough？ heads i'm rollin' 'em
Sportin' cartier glass frames with the gold in 'em
What, done it, cop the benz six hundred
If i ain't gettin' blunted i'm probably in some chicks stomach
Lustin', ya'll ain't my girl, we only fuckin'
Out two lifestyles on 'cause one joint be bustin'
Shootin' thug sperm, what the deal boo
Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too.
Chorus -
Hey yo, stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit, take
ya eyes
Off my pocket, all i wanna do is knock it, i got a wife just
keep it in
The closet, late night you might see me creepin' through your
projects.
(repeat)
Verse 2：
How you livin'？ plenty limos mansion, twenty windows
Menage trois nymphos, smokin' cigars with indo
Mega large'n far from some crab nigga starvin'
Get money plus be robbin', push cars thats foreign
Crisp gear on, rapid flip heron
Yo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share don
I be icey, known for hittin' chicks like ya wifey
Now you don't like me, playa hatin' nigga bite me
You gabless, i'm established, livin' lavish
Until i perish me and my crew gon' get cabbage
And thats that, publishin' from ascap
My ass rap, but feds still flash that.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3：
In the n.y. electric chair, here men fry
New kids flippin' pies, fuedin' with different guys
I'm on the rise, low key, baggy karl kani's
Flexin' on the celly, skully over my eyes
Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized
Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize
Tote tecks, sport a icey rolex
Picture gruff spendin' one night with no sex
Shit, all these dames know gruff got bread
Be puffin' mad lye, i stay bloodshot red
Like a maxi, i ain't got no paper so don't ask me
Bitch caught the vapors said i raped her, tried to tax me
Stop it, if ya'll think ya'll gon' make a profit
Keep ya eyes off my pocket
All i wanna do is knock it
I got a wife just keep it in the closet
Late night you might see me creepin' through ya projects, yo...
Chorus 2x
Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin'
they
Wanna hold from a nigga, you know？ ain't fuckin' with these
Chicks...these bitches is sour.
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