[ INTRO ]
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The Uptown connec' is very powerful
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What we need to do is
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Build somethin, so powerful
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That nobody can fuck with us
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See what I mean?
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Okay
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Fuck those cockroaches
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[ Mase ]
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Yeah
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Check it out
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Here come
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Mase
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The muthafuckin Big L
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My nigga Gruff
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Bout to bring it to you faggots
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So when this shit drop
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Y'all niggas be ready to go for your guns, nigga
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Check it out
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1-2
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Hit em one time, yo
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[ VERSE 1: Mase ]
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Yo, I barely know you
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But the way you front, make you wanna blow you
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You rappin, but you local, my shit is goin global
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Niggas ain't ready, nah, fuck figures that petty
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I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes
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Any nigga met me know I'm bout gettin cheddy
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Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 Chevy
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I watched my man get banned tryin to plan scams
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Done ran grams on a Pan Am to San Fran
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We want the money, so it's a must we get paid
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I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made
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Send bricks to poppy, be big as Liberacce
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You don't believe me? Nigga, watch me
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Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home
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Tell em you saw Mase in _Rolling Stone_ holdin a chrome
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Now he probably out in a pocanose strokin hoes
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Smokin those, celebratin, open the Mo?s
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A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high
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Even his boo'll try to set him for his moolah
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The cops take us to where a cell block await us
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I watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciers
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Yo L, I ain't got to tell you what to do
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[ Big L ] (What up, what up?)
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Man, just lace them niggas
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[ Big L ] (Aight, you know how we gon' do this)
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Word up, dun
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[ Big L ]
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Harlem NYC style
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B-i-g style
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MVP style
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Baby, check it out
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[ VERSE 2: Big L ]
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Check it, I got more papers than the New York Post
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Packin toast, this host is quick to roast the mic, then I'm ghost
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I'm not a soprano like that Italiano Sammy Gravano
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MC's be gettin knocked off like Paulie Castellano
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This little menace be guzzlin Hennessy
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Props from here to Tennessee, police wanna finish me
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You know I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes
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I'm large like the Great Lakes, with drug spots in 8 states
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Chillin, makin sure this money is right
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Sippin Sunny Delite, hittin every honey in sight
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Playboy, tracks I like rough, ain't that right, Gruff?
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I might puff some green shit, but no white stuff
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I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your shit stitched
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I drop slick hits (Go L) Get off my dick, bitch
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When I was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich
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Now I kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits
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And I'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows
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Smokin foes and strokin hoes in a pocanose
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Without cash you ain't meant to live
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Signin out Corleone, the Uptown representative
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Hey yo, Gruff, man
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This is yo track, man
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What you waitin for?
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Rip this shit
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[ VERSE 3: McGruff ]
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Now my life somethin finer, it wasn't when I was a minor
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See, but now I'm pumpin China
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White, nigga, yeah, right out the diner
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For this shit here I could get time in either
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Facility, locked up where all the villains be
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Make your first move if you're bored of grillin me
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>From Harlem World, take care of your mob and your girl
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Too much Dom, Gruff can't starve in this world
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.38 revolve with the pearl
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My wolves hollerin at the moon as the earth revolve in a twirl
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Blood thirst, nigga with dough get rushed first
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Get him, a thug search, tell him these slugs hurt
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Do you in, hooligans, Timbs and rough shirts
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Bust jerks, better duck when Gruff squirts
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Leave niggas in more pain than when your nuts hurt
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Give niggas the business, done-done much dirt
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Alright, alright
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You see what I'm talkin about?
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That's what I'm talkin about
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Who started this?
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Uptown
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Who made this?
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Harlem
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Soon the whole world...
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Everything's Sugarless, baby
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Now okay
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Dangerzone
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| McGruff |
