[ INTRO ]

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



[ Mase ]

Yeah

Check 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



[ VERSE 1: Mase ]

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 gettin 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

[ 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 style

B-i-g style

MVP style

Baby, check it out



[ VERSE 2: Big L ]

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 gettin 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 (Go L) Get off my dick, bitch

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



[ VERSE 3: McGruff ]

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