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[ intro ] Magnetfolien Langenfeld 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 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 [ 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 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
