Gruff Express

Yo, this the one right here tone... yeah this that shit right Here... herb mcgruff... the crime dog, harlem world, n.f.l... Verse 1: Y'all know who holdin', get money while you dozin' Jewels frozen, hit skins with two trojans Harlems on the rise, the new slogan All of these guys get blew open Whole crew totin' To hell with that braggin' and boastin' I'm'a put my mag in motion, leave all you fags floatin' Wrapped up, don't get yourself capped up Try and act up, watch the four-our make you back up Dums dums, you know where the clique come from Flip bricks, goin' in on sticks for lumpsomes Harlem world baby, up in ya girl crazy In a tinted out v-12 pearl mercedes Six pusher, mackin' all these hookers who took us Thats my stick man, he don't say shit, keep the cooker Beat and whoop ya, knock yo ass out cold Pass ya gold, teflons harass ya soul And death become you Clap you, take everything from you Fuck a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungle Hell here, hear me? nothin' like bel-air Niggas sell here, mad bitches on welfare Fuck the mayor, I'm tryin' to make a million bucks a year They wanna see me try, watch this villian duck the chair Kingpinnin', doin' my thing, grinnin' Stayed in the bing in prison Ripped this cat for a ring that glistened Pullin' off them stings like a tradition Stay schemin' like latin kings up in the system Move with wisdom, catch 'em with these duded thats gonna twist 'em Uz' lift 'em, every nigga he knew gon' miss 'em Gruffy, man you either hate me or you love me Nothin' in between that, I mean that For greenbacks, rob niggas, sell fiends crack Lay 'em down flat, where my man's two pound at? Chorus - Can't nobody do it better It makes me happy countin' cheddar, yeah Wine-n-dinin', diamonds shinin' Pushin' benzos with tinted windows, yeah Verse 2: Hold my head and polly Lay low from federalli's When I squeeze shit get hot like red tomales Tecks and shotty's, hot ones catchin' bodies Respect my robbery, poppi you copy? Gimme them bricks, masterminded plenty of sticks Sip remy with chicks, cock the semi on dicks Yo, these slugs ain't got no name Watch yo' frame I almost shot a dame who came to cop cocaine Squeezed on the oye Two-thousand grams of raw yay Took the bricks, wiped the prints off the doorway Four-four spray, connivin' like keyser soze Flippin' pies, robbin' them spanish guys on broadway Crime doggy, cartier shines from maury's Dapper don, average cat rap beyond Strap be on, desert storm gat be warm What the deal is, i'm'a show you niggas what the real is. Chorus 2x