McGruff, Ma$e, Big L - Uptown Reps lyrics

[McGruff, Ma$e, Big L - Uptown Reps lyrics]

The uptown connec' is very powerful
What we need to do is
Build somethin, so powerful
That nobody can fuck with us
See what I mean? Okay
Fuck those cockroaches

Yeah check it out
Here come mase
The muthafuckin big l my nigga gruff
Bout to bring it to you faggots
So when this shit drop
Y'all niggas be ready to go for your guns
Nigga check it out
1-2 hit em one time, yo

Yo, I barely know you but the way you front
Make you wanna blow you
You rappin, but you local
My shit is goin global
Niggas ain't ready, nah
Fuck figures that petty
I want bricks so thick
You cut em with machetes
Any nigga met me know I'm bout gettin cheddy
Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 chevy
I watched my man get banned
Tryin to plan scams
Done ran grams on a pan am to san fran
We want the money
So it's a must we get paid
I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom made
Send bricks to papi, be big as liberacce
You don't believe me? nigga, watch me
Unfold your phone and call up
All your soldiers at home
Tell em you saw mase in
Rolling stone holdin a chrome
Now he probably out in a poconos strokin hoes
Smokin those, celebratin, open the mo? s
A cool guy
Even a cool guy can't get too high
Even his boo'll try to set
Him for his moolah the cops take us to where
A cell block await us
I watch my capers clock and
Paper rock on glaciers
Yo l, I ain't got to tell you what to do

Man, just lace them niggas

Word up, dun

Harlem nyc style bIG style
MVP style baby, check it out

Check it
I got more papers than the new york post
Packin toast, this host is quick
To roast the mic, then I'm ghost
I'm not a soprano like
That italiano sammy gravano
Mc's be gettin knocked off
Like Paulie Castellano
This little menace be guzzlin hennessy
Props from here to tennessee
Police wanna finish me
You know I hate jakes
They mad cause I make papes
I'm large like the great lakes
With drug spots in 8 states
Chillin, makin sure this money is right
Sippin sunny delite
Hittin every honey in sight
Playboy, tracks I like rough
Ain't that right, gruff?
I might puff some green shit
But no white stuff
I shoot the gift like a quick fix
Front and get your shit stitched
I drop slick hit's
(go l) get off my dick, bitch
When I was broke
You ain't wanna see me get rich
Now I kill tracks and flip
Bricks and murder nitwit's
And I'm all about big bankrolls
Clothes and hostin shows
Smokin foes and strokin hoes in the Poconos
Without cash you ain't meant to live
Signin out corleone
The uptown representative

Hey yo, gruff, man this is yo track, man
What you waitin for? Rip this shit

Now my life somethin finer
It wasn't when I was a minor
See, but now I'm pumpin china
White, nigga, yeah, right out the diner
For this shit here I could get time in either
Facility, locked up where all the villains be
Make your first move if you're
Bored of grillin me from harlem world
Take care of your mob and your girl
Too much dom
Gruff can't starve in this world
38 revolve with the pearl
My wolves hollerin at the moon as
The earth revolve in a twirl blood thirst
Nigga with dough get rushed first
Get him, a thug search
Tell him these slugs hurt
Do you in, hooligans, timbs and rough shirts
Bust jerks, better duck when gruff squirts
Leave niggas in more pain than
When your nuts hurt
Give niggas the business, done done much dirt

Alright, alright
You see what I'm talkin about?
That's what I'm talkin about
Who started this? Uptown!
Who made this? Harlem!
Soon the whole world will be high!
Everything's sugarless, baby now okay!

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