Текст песни McGruff f Big L, Mase - Destined to Be
McGruff f Big L, Mase - Destined to Be 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 hurt