[00:00.01]Intro:
[00:01.99]Uh, The uptown connec' is very powerful
[00:08.74]What we need to do is
[00:11.38]Build somethin, so powerful
[00:15.07]And nobody can fxxk with us
[00:18.51]See what I mean?
[00:20.22]Okay, **** those cockroaches
[00:25.62]Mase:
[00:26.65]Yeah, check it out
[00:29.36]Here come Mase, the muthafxxkin' Big L
[00:32.42]My n1gga gruff, 'bout to bring it to you niggas
[00:35.56]So when this sh1t drop
[00:37.40]Y'all n1ggas be ready to go for your guns, n1gga
[00:41.06]Check it out, 1-2
[00:43.83]Hit em one time, yo, yo
[00:45.22]Verse 1: Mase
[00:46.22]Yo, I barely know you
[00:47.51]But the way you front, make you wanna blow you
[00:49.81]You rappin, but you local, my sh1t is goin global
[00:52.39]N1ggas ain't ready, nah, fxxk figures that petty
[00:55.05]I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes
[00:57.78]Any n1gga met me know I'm bout gettin cheddy
[01:00.33]Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 chevy
[01:02.97]I watched my man get banned tryin to plan scams
[01:05.73]Done ran grams on a pan am to san fran
[01:08.34]We want the money, so it's a must we get paid
[01:10.89]I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made
[01:13.59]Send bricks to papi, be big as liberacce
[01:16.82]You don't believe me? n1gga, watch me
[01:18.50]Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home
[01:21.35]Tell em you saw mase in rolling stone holdin a chrome
[01:24.30]Now he probably out in a poconos strokin hoes
[01:26.99]Smokin those, celebratin, open the mo's
[01:29.65]A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high
[01:32.44]Even his boo'll try to set him for his moolah
[01:35.22]The cops take us to where a cell block await us
[01:37.78]I watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciers
[01:40.38]Yo L, I ain't got to tell you what to do, man
[01:41.53]Big L: What up, what up? - M: Just lace them n1ggas
[01:42.90]Big L: Aight, you know how we gon' do this - M: Word up, dun
[01:45.63]Big L: Harlem nyc style, B.I.G. style
[01:48.22]MVP style, Baby, check it out
[01:49.96]Verse 2: Big L
[01:50.74]Check it, I got more papers than the new york post
[01:53.43]Packin toast, this host is quick to roast the mic, then I'm ghost
[01:56.30]I'm not a soprano like that italiano sammy gravano
[01:59.39]Mc's be gettin knocked off like Paulie Castellano
[02:01.96]This little menace be guzzlin hennessy
[02:04.62]Props from here to tennessee, police wanna finish me
[02:07.11]You know I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes
[02:09.72]I'm large like the great lakes, with drxg spots in 8 states
[02:12.41]Chillin, makin sure this money is right
[02:14.97]Sippin sunny delite, hittin every honey in sight
[02:17.40]Playboy, tracks I like rough, ain't that right, gruff?
[02:19.47]I might puff some green sh1t, but no white stuff
[02:22.99]I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your sh1t stitched
[02:25.82]I drop slick hits (go l) get off my dick, bitch
[02:28.47]When I was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich
[02:30.88]Now I kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits
[02:33.49]And I'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows
[02:36.71]Smokin foes and strokin hoes in the Poconos
[02:39.18]Without cash you ain't meant to live
[02:41.53]Signin out corleone, the uptown representative
[02:44.63]Hey yo, gruff, man, this is yo track, man
[02:47.40]What you waitin for? Rip this sh1t
[02:48.26]Verse 3: McGruff
[02:48.80]Yo, now my life somethin finer
[02:51.17]It wasn't when I was a minor
[02:53.21]See, but now I'm pumpin china
[02:55.21]White, n1gga, yeah, right out the diner
[02:57.70]For this sh1t here I could get time in either
[03:00.40]Facility, locked up where all the villains be
[03:03.14]Make your first move if you're bored of grillin me
[03:05.64]from harlem world, take care of your mob and your girl
[03:08.31]Too much dom, gruff can't starve in this world
[03:10.90].38 revolve with the pearl
[03:12.95]My wolves hollerin at the moon as the earth revolve in a twirl
[03:16.36]Blood thirst, n1gga with dough get rushed first
[03:18.98]Get him, a thug search, tell him these slugs hurt
[03:21.65]Do you in, hooligans, timbs and rough shirts
[03:24.24]Bust jerks, better duck when gruff ****s
[03:27.05]Leave niggas in more pain than when your ass hurt
[03:29.57]Give n1ggas the business, done-done much dirt
[03:32.96]
[03:33.28]Alright, alright, you see what I'm talkin about?
[03:36.77]That's what I'm talkin about
[03:39.55]Who started this? Uptown
[03:43.21]Who made this? Harlem
[03:46.68]Soon the whole world will behind
[03:49.70]Everything's sugarless, baby, now okay

Intro:
Uh, The uptown connec' is very powerful
What we need to do is
Build somethin, so powerful
And nobody can fxxk with us
See what I mean?
Okay, **** those cockroaches
Mase:
Yeah, check it out
Here come Mase, the muthafxxkin' Big L
My n1gga gruff, 'bout to bring it to you niggas
So when this sh1t drop
Y'all n1ggas be ready to go for your guns, n1gga
Check it out, 1-2
Hit em one time, yo, 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 sh1t is goin global
N1ggas ain't ready, nah, fxxk figures that petty
I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes
Any n1gga 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? n1gga, 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, man
Big L: What up, what up? - M: Just lace them n1ggas
Big L: Aight, you know how we gon' do this - M: 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 drxg 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 sh1t, but no white stuff
I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your sh1t 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 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 sh1t
Verse 3: McGruff
Yo, now my life somethin finer
It wasn't when I was a minor
See, but now I'm pumpin china
White, n1gga, yeah, right out the diner
For this sh1t 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, n1gga 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 ****s
Leave niggas in more pain than when your ass hurt
Give n1ggas 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 behind
Everything's sugarless, baby, now okay