[McGruff]
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Herb McGruff, gats in the beat, the richest black man on Earth
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Who gon stop me? Fish scale for papi
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Spots all over, from New York to Utah
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Salt Lake City, stay jiggy, cranberry eight fitty
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Tented wit BB's, stash box got three keys
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Puffin trees, lock on my knees for car jackin thieves
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I'm gettin Lucci, Versace, Cucci, Gucci
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Be loungin like Luke be, wit wall to wall coochie
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Uh, Gruffie, know your biggest dream is to fuck me
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This willie sip the bubbly, homicide's be ugly
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For the record, I'm connected across the borders
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Meetin Bermuda blue waters on the celly givin orders
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Cream functionin, 52 states, I'm bumpin in
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Humpin in, operation, flowin and pumpin in
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Big willie, Crystal, isle's and Phillies
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Don't act retarded, I'm guarded by nine millies
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[Chorus 2X: samples from Mobb Deep's "Eye For A Eye"]
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"Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
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I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny" -- Prodigy
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"My theme is all about making the green
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Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably" -- Havoc
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[McGruff]
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I rest my ebony grill up in Beverly Hills
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Smokin Phills, listenin to Stephanie Mills
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Lifestyles of the rich and famous, all on anus
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I'm in the spotlight, who don't know what my name is
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Life dangerous, police always puttin me through changes
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But in my spare time, I be at the golf rangers
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Gruff, blowin up wit Mr. Big Stuff
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The hamster, soul on soul, we on a roll
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Explodin, platinum hits, cop catchin fits
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Got this rap shit lock like pitch
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Niggas call it quits
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For '96 and forever, I'mma get the cheddar
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I keep it by the lever, sport my minks in cold weather
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I'm well known, rockin icy jewel stones
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They be shinin, like stars from the Twilight Zone
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You know my major, 1-800 Sky Pager flavor
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Colombian connection, Don P., honey sexin
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[Chorus 2X]
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[McGruff]
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Now who be that? Hundred dollar bills crispy
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Versace suit, slightly out the blaze, handkerchief be
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Gator Morty slidin through the party mad pissy
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Champagne cooler filled wit Mo', Don, and Crysty
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Eyes low from the Dutch and hydro
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When bubbly get low, what the fuck we rhyme on
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I'm univer-sal, gals love Herb's style
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Every now and then, mix my herb wit tical
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I run wit real niggas, who live life foul
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My clan's off the hook, y'all soft and shook
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Now look, we never talk, lives get took
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Straight up crook, Gruff could never live by the book
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[Chorus 2X]
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Destined to Be
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| McGruff |
