[ INTRO ]
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
[ Mase ]
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
[ VERSE 1: Mase ]
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 Moл`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
[ Big L ] (What up, what up?)
Man, just lace them niggas
[ Big L ] (Aight, you know how we gon` do this)
Word up, dun
[ Big L ]
Harlem NYC style
B-i-g style
MVP style
Baby, check it out
[ VERSE 2: Big L ]
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
[ VERSE 3: McGruff ]
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
