Mase - Hell Up In Harlem lyrics

[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 Uh huh, uh huh Now that's the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh 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 to ways out the game Go to jail or be deceased