[Intro: Big L]
A yo check it out
We about to make this sh** real hot
We got Big L, Herb McGruff and Ron G the mix king
The n***as that hold it down for Uptown
Check it out
Bust it
[Verse 1: Big L]
I walk around with six thou' sippin' on Cristal
My whole clicks wild I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits now
What I recite, you takin' hours to write
If you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like
I'm about as ridiculous as bankrolls, clothes and hostin' shows Smokin foes and strokin' hoes in the Poconos
I roll wit intruders looters and sharp shooters
Who spark Budhas And f** thick b**hes wit large hooters
I grew up in the slums of greed
Known for Drawin guns with speed or
Sellin' tons a weed cuz I got sons to feed
Harlem's where the thugs rest, in the slug fest
We sendin f*ggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh
I only roll wit Big Willie a** n***as
So motherf** all them little silly a** n***as
I chew punks like chew sticks, known for droppin' new hits
I know you want me ho if I was you I'd want me too b**h
L is that n***a you expect to catch wreck on any ca**ette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
So Herb McGruff my mellow my man
Word up, get on the mic' and do the best you can
[Verse 2: McGruff]
Yo it's me, livin' the life of luxury
Never low funds my n***as got the guns
Girls wigglin', shakin' they buns
Cowards run money makin' in tons
Swimmin' pool you know the rules
Champagne and brew flossin' my j**els
City zone, mad game like pretty Tone
3-57 chrome to your dome
Hard as stone all Gruff cars got phones
Who be that hundred dollar bill crispy
Versace suit, blaze handkerchief be
Gator morry ..white bacardi mad pissy
Champagne cooler filled wit Mo, Don, and Cristy
Eyes low from the dust and hydro
When bubbly get low what the f** we buy mo
I'm universal, yeah Gruff, Herb style
Every now and then mix my herb wit Tical
I roll wit real n***as who live like foul
Range off the hook y'all short and shook
You know how many lives we took
Straight up crook Gruff
Will never live by the book
Yeah and ya don't stop
[Ma$e & k**a Kam]
Now that's the way
Uh huh, uh huh
We like it
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Now that's the way
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We like it
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Mase rule Harlem World baby girl
Kam rule Harlem World baby girl
Mase rule Harlem World baby girl
Kam rule Harlem World baby girl
Now that's the way
Uh huh, uh huh
We like it
Uh huh, uh huh
[Mase]
Yo, this Mase the newest and youngest member
Of the Bad Boy click
Represent on this new Ron G sh**
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
You don't really want a problem with us guys
I got my man k**a Kam wit me
A.K.A. n***a K.F.C
We blowin' this sh** down on the 123
Represent kid for the NYC
Yo, you know me I be OT low key
Icy rollie smoke on the O.Z
Hoes think I'm cute
5001 suits
Now I got the loot stay in hot pursuit
My people see Dough, legal, Puerto Rico
Puffin' in the jeep still watchin' for police
Yo, I spit on the reg
Always make the feds
And girls bodies so sweet keys taped to there legs
Bonnie and Noani
Became my Sugar Mammi
They hit me off wit mad loot plus the good punani
Now I'm rockin' Movado like I got half of the lotto
And me and Monte Carlo sippin' Remy out the bottle
Parle wit moms Alize in my palm
Stay calm, send drug money to my baby moms
I don't know what it is or what they seen me wit
But these Moschino chicks want Casino chips
I be f**in' wit loot 600's and coops
Mad b**hes lickin' down my stomach like I'm Luke
While you hit the scene
Flippin' bricks to get your green
I whip the mean triple beam deluxe wit the wings
Feel that one day I'll have to die over this cream
I ain't tryin' to be seen in jail wit 5 to 15
So I change my ways start carryin' the Qu'ran
Follow the man that they call Louis Farrakhan
Soon as I stop dealin' d** is a career
A thug appeared, hit me wit a slug from the rear
It's f**ed up but that what happens
When you dwell in these streets
Only two ways out the game
Go to jail or be deceased