Big L — Hell Up In Harlem

[Intro: Big L] A yo check it out We about to make this shit real hot We got Big L, Herb McGruff and Ron G the mix king The niggas that hold it down for Uptown Check it out Bust it [Verse 1: Big L] I walk around with six thou' sippin' on Cristal My whole clicks wild I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits now What I recite, you takin' hours to write So if you bite, just tell your man what kind of flowers you like I’m about as ridiculous as bankrolls, clothes and hostin' shows Smokin foes and strokin' hoes in the Poconos I roll wit intruders looters and sharp shooters Who spark Buddhas and fuck thick bitches wit large hooters I grew up in the slums of greed Known for Drawin guns with speed or Sellin' tons a weed cuz I got sons to feed Harlem’s where the thugs rest, in the slug fest We sendin faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh I only roll wit big willie ass niggas So motherfuck all them little silly ass niggas I chew punks like chew sticks, known for droppin' new hits I know you want me ho if I was you I’d want me too bitch L is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck I’m so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet So Herb McGruff my mellow my man Word up, get on the mic' and do the best you can [Verse 2: Herb McGruff] Yo it’s me, livin' in the lap of luxury Never ending funds, my niggas got the guns Hon's wigglin', shakin' they buns That's how it runs, money makin' in tons Mansion swimmin' pool, you know the rules Champagne and brews, flossin' my jewels City zone, mad game like pretty Tone 3-57 chrome to your dome Hard as stone all Gruff cars got phones Like Mob style, smoking cigars and bones Who be that? Hundred dollar bills crispy Versace suit, slightly out to blaze and (?) Gator morry, sliding through the party mad pissy Champagne cooler filled wit Mo, Don, and Cristy Eyes low, from the dutch and hydro When bubbly get low, what the fuck we buy mo' I’m universal, girls love Herb's style Every now and then mix my herb wit' Tical I run wit real niggas who live life foul My clans off the hook, y’all soft and shook Now look, we never talk lives get took Straight up crook, Gruff can never live by the book Yeah and ya don’t stop [Ma$e & Killa Cam] Now that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh I like it Uh huh, uh huh [Verse 3 - Mase] Yo, this Mase the newest and youngest member Of the Bad Boy click Representing on this new Ron G shit Yeah kid Harlem on the rise You don’t really want a problem with us guys I got my man Killa Kam wit me A.K.A. nigga K.F.C We blowin' this shit down on the 123 Represent kid for the NYC Yo, you know me I be OT low key Icy rollie, puff on the O.Z Hoes think I’m cute, 5001 suits Now I got the loot stay in hot pursuit My people see dough, legal, Puerto Rico (??), watchin' for the police yo Yo, I can stay on the red, we always shake the feds Send ki's, (??) taped to there legs Bonnie and Noani, became my Sugar Mammi They hit me off wit mad loot plus the good punani Now I’m mackin' Movado like I got half of the lotto And be in Monte Carlo sippin' Remy out the bottle Parle wit moms Alize in my palms Stay calm, send drug money to my baby moms I don’t know what it is or what they seen me wit But these Moschino chicks want Casino chips I be frontin' wit loot 600’s and coops Mad bitches lickin' down my stomach like I’m Luke While you wit' your team, flippin' bricks to get your green I whip the mean triple beam deluxe wit the wings But real life, that I could die over this cream I ain’t tryin' to be seen in jail wit 5 to 15 So I change my ways start carryin' the Qu'ran Follow the man that they call Louis Farrakhan Soon as I stop dealin' drugs is a career A thug appeared, hit me wit a slug from the rear It’s fucked up but that what happens When you dwell in these streets Only two ways out the game Go to jail or be deceased, nigga Where my man Killa Kam at? (Right here) What? Where my nigga Killa Kam at? What? Where my nigga Killa Kam at? Show them niggas how we do.. [Verse 4: Killa Cam] Now check this, yo yo yo We's about to crush this, cats out for justice Crack yeah we crush this, gats yeah we bust this You got me, i'm everybody wise copy Without the Versace, girls still flock me And watch me, 5-0, always tryna knock me and lock But they know that they can't stop me Perfect me, check me, rolling in the sexy 400 S-C, jet black Lexie Edible, sexible, running from these federals Catch me? They never will! Cam too incredible, respectable Pad locks, dead cops, mad rocks from mad blocks Dead cops now we getting mad props Creamy, white girl saying that I'm dreamy In made bikini, claim they wanna see me Used to ride the Beamy, me and Muscolini Bought em size jeanys when he came from the greens (??) Mud shed when i'm in the Beam over bloodshed Ride right cash jay, go get our assay from Tucker's hookers Yeah they should look this but when it's time pay They gonn' say they shook us Like Sandra, Conda, four pair of farmers And mad ganja, took her (??) On my dick and another bitch fonder But I wear two hats I don't wanna catch the monster Get me, hit me, Motorola flippy Wildness since bits, ya'll cat's are kittens No doubt! [Ma$e & Killa Cam] Now that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl Mase rule Harlem World, baby girl And Cam rule Harlem World, baby girl And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh We like it Uh huh, uh huh And that’s the way Uh huh, uh huh I like it Uh huh, uh huh