[McGruff]

Rock mics, hold my diz-ick, flow exquisite

Pop niggas then I throw the biscuit

Get some 'dro and twist it, when from Mo' to Cryst shit

Still gettin that dough, on the striz-ip, on the coke tiz-up

They call me Gruffie, Crime Hound, used to be a Pound Puppy

You should see the way I down bubbly

Every dame in the town love me, stay dip

Cardiere flame shit, Polo brown rugby

Moves too swift to let ya clowns touch me

Smokin like a doo-doo Dutchie, and you get found musty

Bust his here, man ya cats just infer

It's been a while now, I must appear, ya ass out

You fuckin wit the cause of this, who liver than this

Dive on ya wrist, take ya rollie, try to resist

Now I'm in the club shakin wit some pie and some Cryst

And that shit ya be makin ain't hotter than this



[Chorus 2X: Shugar Diamonds]

Ya know how them thug cats do

McGruff style hard wit that Harlem crew

Gettin bent every day, all day

The club see sick, it's that Harlem way, exquisite



[McGruff]

Yo, yo my name rings, champagne king, chain danglin

Harlem World to England, make world tour moves

Up in hotels, girls all nude, who want get screwed

Big boobs, wantin to get wit the dudes, sippin Crys' wit the cube

Lookin slick on the tube, yo these bitches got my dick in the mood

Flushed out, my mind, room service picked us some food

We in the rich cart and got baby girl clit fartin

Newly ro', day your dick cartin, six squadron

Forty D, front row seats, Knicks at the Garden

We players, six hundred Benzes, Navigators

Snatchin papers, overseas, under grass and acres

When it catch in Vegas, bastards hate us

Fly first class wit gators, flash the latest

My ass stay switch ya ass to neighbors

Diamond rings from stings, still spendin cash on more capers



[Chorus 2X]



[McGruff]

I drop hot rhymes, take ya Hot 97 slot time

I shine like an archive, her thirty night dime

V-12, six hundred gas, put my Nike on

Put a mic on, put it piked on

Strong-arm like 'Nam, Desert Storm never fight calm

Roll fifth, shook my right arm, pearl white palm

Murder your life form, make more noise than a night storm

Heavy artillery, hand grenades, and pipe bomb

Light Tron, then there's no tellin, who I might harm

Top wall, street businessman, in they white bond

It's like on, bullet holes, buck 50 life long

Fight strong, Don Juan, ill trife con

Write hype shit, my gang can make a dike like dick

And my crew bigger than ya crew, twice as thick

Niggas be lookin for some mic's to stick, nights to slick

And pikin dick and all the bad righteous chicks

My niggas light toke, you like them flicks

Tenure conversely, all types of kicks

My man L got 25 to life, told me life's a bitch

Said hold ya head Gruff, son and write them hits



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