Big L, Cam’ron, McGruff - Hell Up In Harlem lyrics

A yo check it out
We about to make this shit real hot
We got Big L
Herb McGruff and Ron G the mix king
The niggas that hold it down for Uptown
Check it out bust it

I walk around with six
Thou' sippin' on Cristal
My whole clicks wild I'm rich pal no
More sticks I'm makin' hit's now
What I recite, you takin' hours to write
So 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 Buddhas and fuck thick
Bitches 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 faggots all the way
To heaven like Doug Fresh
I only roll wit big willie ass niggas
So motherfuck all them little
Silly ass niggas
I chew punks like chew sticks
Known for droppin' new hit's
I know you want me ho if I
Was you I’d want me too bitch
L is that nigga you expect to
Catch wreck on any cassette 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

Yo it’s me, livin' in the lap of luxury
Never ending funds, my niggas got the guns
Hon's wigglin', shakin' they buns
That's how it runs, money makin' in tons
Mansion swimmin' pool, you know the rules
Champagne and brews, flossin' my jewels
City zone, mad game like pretty Tone
3-57 chrome to your dome
Hard as stone all Gruff cars got phones
Like Mob style, smoking cigars and bones
Who be that? Hundred dollar bills crispy
Versace suit, slightly out to blaze and
Gator morry
Sliding through the party mad pissy
Champagne cooler filled wit Mo, Don
And Cristy
Eyes low, from the dutch and hydro
When bubbly get low, what the fuck we buy mo'
I’m universal, girls love Herb's style
Every now and then mix my herb wit' Tical
I run wit real niggas who live life foul
My clans off the hook, y’all soft and shook
Now look, we never talk lives get took
Straight up crook
Gruff can never live by the book
Yeah and ya don’t stop

Now that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
We like it uh huh, uh huh
And that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
We like it uh huh, uh huh
Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl
And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl
Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl
And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl
And that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
We like it uh huh, uh huh
And that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
I like it uh huh, uh huh

Yo, this Mase the newest and youngest member
Of the Bad Boy click
Representing on this new Ron G shit
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
You don’t really want a problem with us guys
I got my man Killa Kam wit me aKA nigga KFC
We blowin' this shit down on the 123
Represent kid for the NYC
Yo, you know me I be OT low key
Icy rollie, puff on the OZ
Hoes think I’m cute, 5001 suit's
Now I got the loot stay in hot pursuit
My people see dough, legal, Puerto Rico
Watchin' for the police yo
Yo, I can stay on the red
We always shake the feds
Send ki's, 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 mackin' Movado like I
Got half of the lotto
And be in Monte Carlo sippin'
Remy out the bottle
Parle wit moms Alize in my palms
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 frontin' wit loot 600’s and coops
Mad bitches lickin' down my
Stomach like I’m Luke
While you wit' your team
Flippin' bricks to get your green
I whip the mean triple beam
Deluxe wit the wings but real life
That I could 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' drugs is a career
A thug appeared
Hit me wit a slug from the rear
It’s fucked up but that what happens
When you dwell in these streets
Only two ways out the game
Go to jail or be deceased, nigga

Where my man Killa Kam at? (Right here)
What? Where my nigga Killa Kam at?
What? Where my nigga Killa Kam at?
Show them niggas how we do

Now check this, yo yo yo
We's about to crush this
Cats out for justice
Crack yeah we crush this
Gats yeah we bust this
You got me, i'm everybody wise copy
Without the Versace, girls still flock me
And watch me, 5-0
Always tryna knock me and lock
But they know that they can't stop me
Perfect me, check me, rolling in the sexy
400 S-C, jet black Lexie
Edible, sexible, running from these federals
Catch me? They never will!
Cam too incredible, respectable
Pad locks, dead cops
Mad rocks from mad blocks
Dead cops now we getting mad props
Creamy, white girl saying that I'm dreamy
In made bikini, claim they wanna see me
Used to ride the Beamy, me and Muscolini
Bought em size jeanys when he
Came from the greens
Mud shed when i'm in the Beam over bloodshed
Ride right cash jay
Go get our assay from Tucker's hookers
Yeah they should look this but
When it's time pay
They gonn' say they shook us
Like Sandra, Conda, four pair of farmers
And mad ganja, took her
On my dick and another bitch fonder
But I wear two hats I
Don't wanna catch the monster
Get me, hit me, Motorola flippy
Wildness since bit's, ya'll cat's are kittens

No doubt!

Now that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
We like it uh huh, uh huh
And that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
We like it uh huh, uh huh

Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl
And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl
Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl
And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl
And that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
We like it uh huh, uh huh
And that’s the way uh huh, uh huh
I like it uh huh, uh huh