[mcgruff] 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
"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 f**k 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', y'all ain't my girl, we only f**kin' 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 y'all think y'all 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 y'all think y'all 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 f**kin' with these Chicks...these bitches is sour.
Chorus (mary brown singing) Before we start f**kin', I wanna know if this is right, or is it only For one night Tell me, before I get open, I wanna know what's 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.
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Verse 1: Gruffy, girl you know you wanna rush me Cuss me, talkin' 'bout I ain't see you since you f**ked 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? what's 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.....
(mcgruff) I bag the bad chick, hair long like a cherokee Sexy as can be, skin complexion ebony It's ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit me I wanna give her kid or two, fulfill my destiny Yo, she choice, body all soft and moist Matter front, far screamin almost lost my voice We in the tunnel, I'm poppin more stacks my bundle Smokin lust style, start to stumble, crew ready to rumble Hey boo, how you do? before I pursue I want you to excuse my wild ass crew I'm herb mcgruff, you smokin like that herb I puff Little cutie, hips got the curves and stuff Here's my roman numerals, I'm a wise guy, thought you gettin into boo Specialize in tombstones and funerals Live the fast life, run wit dudes past trife Push your six hundred benz on my jewels half ice
(chorus: shay best) You got what I want, you got what I need I'm not afraid to let you know just how I will Gruffie, you know you're all the man I'll ever need Gonna keep it real wit you, if you keep it real wit me
(mcgruff) Yo, you hot baby, you must come from hell I like your smell, sweet perfume from chanel What's your name miss? you got the mother dane's pissed All up in your grill, is if you was famous She said her name's armani, half black, half italiani
Nails all done, sportin muskina on her body She 5'3", straight out the nyc Tellin me, this other cute girl's gruff, gon make you try me Now check me, listen up, first of all, you're sexy And not like them gold diggin chickens try to peck me I see through them hoes, they can't get no new clothes Askin for blue parasukos, expensive shoe stores Just for 'cause I'm young and hold figgas Gold diggas try to gas me, they better gas them other niggas 'cause I ain't give them a cent, picture gruff money bein spent Payin some pigeon head rent
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(mcgruff) If you wanna, when the party's over, meet me on the corner I'm twelve from the park, who could see the chrome rims spark Let's grab a bite, you walkin ain't no cab in sight Don't start flaggin, whites and arabs ain't right Hop in the 6 double 0, don't front, let's go I'm mad tow up, you know, off the bubble and 'dro Yo you drive, i'mma play the passenger side Kinda tired, don't want me and no car to collide Turn up the benji joint, on the 97.1 You want the slow jams, twist to 98.7, kiss Take the whip out, park, let's flow through the mist Yeah, baby, and it goes like this
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 F**k a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungle Hell here, hear me? nothin' like bel-air Niggas sell here, mad bitches on welfare F**k 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.
(mcgruff) 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 f**k 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
(chorus 2x: samples from mobb deep's "eye for a eye") "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
(mcgruff) 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
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(mcgruff) 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 f**k 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
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 f**k 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 Mothaf**ka 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
(panama p.i.) 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 F**k 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 F**kin wit panama p.i., guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone
(cam'ron) 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 'cause 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 'cause 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
(chorus: panama p.i.) 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 f**k around wit my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat
(i-born) 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
(mcgruff) 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 f**k 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, f**kin in my 400 hundred lex' ring Flex cream, presidential rolly wit gets gleam
(mcgruff) 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
(chorus: mcgruff) 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
(mr. cheeks) 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 muthaf**kin 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, 'cause
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(mcgruff) 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
(mcgruff) 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
(chorus 2x) Word to miz, my frontin harlem kidz get biz Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
(mcgruff) 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
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(mcgruff) 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
