Mcgruff

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.

Chorus 2x

(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

(chorus 2x)

(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

(chorus 4x)

(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

(chorus)

(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

(chorus 2x)

(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

(chorus 2x)

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

Chorus 2X

(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

(chorus 2x)

(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

(chorus 2x)

[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

(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

(chorus)

(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

(chorus to fade)

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.

Chorus -

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.....

"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.