Текст песни McGruff f Big L, Mase - Dangerzone
McGruff f Big L, Mase - Dangerzone слова песни
[ INTRO ]The Uptown connec` is very powerfulWhat we need to do isBuild somethin, so powerfulThat nobody can fuck with usSee what I mean?OkayFuck those cockroaches[ Mase ]YeahCheck it outHere comeMaseThe muthafuckin Big LMy nigga GruffBout to bring it to you faggotsSo when this shit dropY`all niggas be ready to go for your guns, niggaCheck it out1-2Hit em one time, yo[ VERSE 1: Mase ]Yo, I barely know youBut the way you front, make you wanna blow youYou rappin, but you local, my shit is goin globalNiggas ain`t ready, nah, fuck figures that pettyI want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetesAny nigga met me know I`m bout gettin cheddyAin`t nothin fancy, settle for 1500 ChevyI watched my man get banned tryin to plan scamsDone ran grams on a Pan Am to San FranWe want the money, so it`s a must we get paidI puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-madeSend bricks to poppy, be big as LiberacceYou don`t believe me? Nigga, watch meUnfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at homeTell em you saw Mase in _Rolling Stone_ holdin a chromeNow he probably out in a pocanose strokin hoesSmokin those, celebratin, open the Moл`sA cool guy, even a cool guy can`t get too highEven his boo`ll try to set him for his moolahThe cops take us to where a cell block await usI watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciersYo L, I ain`t got to tell you what to do[ Big L ] (What up, what up?)Man, just lace them niggas[ Big L ] (Aight, you know how we gon` do this)Word up, dun[ Big L ]Harlem NYC styleB-i-g styleMVP styleBaby, check it out[ VERSE 2: Big L ]Check it, I got more papers than the New York PostPackin toast, this host is quick to roast the mic, then I`m ghostI`m not a soprano like that Italiano Sammy GravanoMC`s be gettin knocked off like Paulie CastellanoThis little menace be guzzlin HennessyProps from here to Tennessee, police wanna finish meYou know I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papesI`m large like the Great Lakes, with drug spots in 8 statesChillin, makin sure this money is rightSippin Sunny Delite, hittin every honey in sightPlayboy, tracks I like rough, ain`t that right, Gruff?I might puff some green shit, but no white stuffI shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your shit stitchedI drop slick hits (Go L) Get off my dick, bitchWhen I was broke, you ain`t wanna see me get richNow I kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwitsAnd I`m all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin showsSmokin foes and strokin hoes in a pocanoseWithout cash you ain`t meant to liveSignin out Corleone, the Uptown representativeHey yo, Gruff, manThis is yo track, manWhat you waitin for?Rip this shit[ VERSE 3: McGruff ]Now my life somethin finer, it wasn`t when I was a minorSee, but now I`m pumpin ChinaWhite, nigga, yeah, right out the dinerFor this shit here I could get time in eitherFacility, locked up where all the villains beMake your first move if you`re bored of grillin me>From Harlem World, take care of your mob and your girlToo much Dom, Gruff can`t starve in this world.38 revolve with the pearlMy wolves hollerin at the moon as the earth revolve in a twirlBlood thirst, nigga with dough get rushed firstGet him, a thug search, tell him these slugs hurtDo you in, hooligans, Timbs and rough shirtsBust jerks, better duck when Gruff squirtsLeave niggas in more pain than when your nuts hurtGive niggas the business, done-done much dirtAlright, alrightYou see what I`m talkin about?That`s what I`m talkin aboutWho started this?UptownWho made this?HarlemSoon the whole world...Everything`s Sugarless, babyNow okay