Dangerzone Lyrics - Singles - Mcgruff

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, gheck 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 getting 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 poppy, 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 pocanose 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 

(What up, what up?) 

Man, just lace them niggas 

(Aight, you know how we gon' do this) 

Word up, dun 

Harlem NYC style 

B-i-g 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 getting 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 hits, get off my dick, bitch 

(Go L) 

When I was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich 

Now I kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits 

And I'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows 

Smokin foes and strokin hoes in a pocanose 

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 

Everything's Sugarless, baby, now okay