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- Elton John
- Tim Rice
 
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Mcgruff - Destined to Be lyrics
[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 changesMcgruff - Destined to Be - http://motolyrics.com/mcgruff/destined-to-be-lyrics.html
 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]
















