Big L - Uptown Reps lyrics

[ Intro: Man ] The uptown connec' is very powerful What we need to do is Build somethin, so powerful That nobody can f** with us See what I mean? Okay f** those co*kroaches [ Mase ] Yeah Check it out Here come Mase The muthaf**in big l My n***a gruff Bout to bring it to you f*ggots So when this sh** drop Y'all n***as be ready to go for your guns, n***a 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 sh** is goin global n***as ain't ready, nah, f** figures that petty I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes Any n***a 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 papi, be big as liberacce You don't believe me? n***a, 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 poconos 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 n***as [ 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 sh**, but no white stuff I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your sh** stitched I drop slick hits (go l) get off my dick, b**h When I was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich Now I k** tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits And I'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows Smokin foes and strokin hoes in the Poconos 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 sh** [ Verse 3: McGruff ] Now my life somethin finer, it wasn't when I was a minor See, but now I'm pumpin china White, n***a, yeah, right out the diner For this sh** 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, n***a 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 n***as in more pain than when your nuts hurt Give n***as 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 will be high! Everything's sugarless, baby Now okay!