[McGruff]

Herb McGruff, gats in the beat, the richest black man on Earth

Who gon stop me? Fish scale for papi

Spots all over, from New York to Utah

Salt Lake City, stay jiggy, cranberry eight fitty

Tented wit BB's, stash box got three keys

Puffin trees, lock on my knees for car jackin thieves

I'm gettin Lucci, Versace, Cucci, Gucci

Be loungin like Luke be, wit wall to wall coochie

Uh, Gruffie, know your biggest dream is to fuck me

This willie sip the bubbly, homicide's be ugly

For the record, I'm connected across the borders

Meetin Bermuda blue waters on the celly givin orders

Cream functionin, 52 states, I'm bumpin in

Humpin in, operation, flowin and pumpin in

Big willie, Crystal, isle's and Phillies

Don't act retarded, I'm guarded by nine millies



[Chorus 2X: samples from Mobb Deep's "Eye For A Eye"]

"Life is a gamble, we scramble for money

I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny" -- Prodigy

"My theme is all about making the green

Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably" -- Havoc



[McGruff]

I rest my ebony grill up in Beverly Hills

Smokin Phills, listenin to Stephanie Mills

Lifestyles of the rich and famous, all on anus

I'm in the spotlight, who don't know what my name is

Life dangerous, police always puttin me through changes

But in my spare time, I be at the golf rangers

Gruff, blowin up wit Mr. Big Stuff

The hamster, soul on soul, we on a roll

Explodin, platinum hits, cop catchin fits

Got this rap shit lock like pitch

Niggas call it quits

For '96 and forever, I'mma get the cheddar

I keep it by the lever, sport my minks in cold weather

I'm well known, rockin icy jewel stones

They be shinin, like stars from the Twilight Zone

You know my major, 1-800 Sky Pager flavor

Colombian connection, Don P., honey sexin



[Chorus 2X]



[McGruff]

Now who be that? Hundred dollar bills crispy

Versace suit, slightly out the blaze, handkerchief be

Gator Morty slidin through the party mad pissy

Champagne cooler filled wit Mo', Don, and Crysty

Eyes low from the Dutch and hydro

When bubbly get low, what the fuck we rhyme on

I'm univer-sal, gals love Herb's style

Every now and then, mix my herb wit tical

I run wit real niggas, who live life foul

My clan's off the hook, y'all soft and shook

Now look, we never talk, lives get took

Straight up crook, Gruff could never live by the book



[Chorus 2X]