- Votes:
- Composers:
- Tyrone Fyffe
- Herb Brown
- Mason Betha
- Big L
 
- See also:
Mcgruff - Dangerzone lyrics
[ 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
 Mcgruff - Dangerzone - http://motolyrics.com/mcgruff/dangerzone-lyrics.html
 [ 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















