Big L - Hell Up in Harlem Lyrics
We about to make this Harlem World shit real hotWe got Murder Mase, Big L, Killa, Herb McGruffOn Ron G the mixtape kingThat hold it down for UptownI walk aroundWith sick style sippin' on CristalMy whole clicks wildI'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits nowWhat I recite be takin' hours to writeIf you write tell your man what kind of flowers you likeI’m about as ridiculous as bankrolls, clothes andHostin' shows, smokin foes and strokin' hoes in the PoconosI roll wit intruders looters and sharp shootersWho spark Budhas And fuck thick bitches wit large hootersI grew up in the slums of greedKnown for Drawin guns with speed orSellin' tons a weed cuz I got sons to feedHarlem’s where the thugs restWe sendin faggots all the way to heaven like Doug FreshI only roll wit Big Willie ass niggasSo motherfuck all them little silly ass niggasI chew punks like chew sticksKnown for droppin' new hitsI know you want me ho if I was you I’d want me too bitchL is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassetteDebt I’m so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yetSo Herb McGruff my mellow my manGet on the mike and do the best you canLivin' the life of luxuryNever low funds my niggas got the gunsGirls wigglin', shakin' they bunsCowards run money makin' in tunsSwimmin' pool you know the rulesChampagne and brew flossin' my jewelsCity zone mad game like pretty Tone3-57 chrome to your domeHard as stone all Gruff cars got phonesWho be that hundred dollar bill crispyBlaze handkerchief beGator morry .white bacardi mad pissyChampagne cooler filled wit Mo, Don, and CristyEyes low from the dust and hydroWhen bubbly get low what the fuck we buy moI’m universal, yeah Gruff, Herb styleEvery now and then mix my herb wit TicalI roll wit real niggas who live like foulRange off the hook y’all short and shookYou know how many lives we tookStraight up crook GruffWill never live by the bookYeah and ya don’t stopMase rule Harlem World baby girlKam rule Harlem World baby girlMase rule Harlem World baby girlKam rule Harlem World baby girlYo, this Mase the newest and youngest memberRepresent on this new Ron G shitYeah kid Harlem on the riseYou don’t really want a problem with us guysI got my man Killa Kam wit meWe blowin' this shit down on the 123Represent kid for the NYCYo, you know I be OT low keyIcy rollie smoke a O.ZHoes think I’m cuteNow I got the loot see in how to pursueMy click puff chico negro Puerto RicaPuffin' in the jeep still watchin' for policeYo, I spit on the regAnd girls bodies so sweet keys taped to there legsBecame my Sugar Mammi’sThey hit me off wit mad loot plus the good punaniNow I’m rockin' Movado like I got half of the lottoAnd me and Monte Carlo sippin' Remy out the bottleParle wit moms Alize in my palmI don’t know what it is or what they seen me witBut these Moschino chicks want Casino chipsI be fuckin' wit loot 600’s and coopsMad bitches lickin' down my stomach like I’m LukeWhile you hit the sceneFlippin' bricks to get your greenI whip the mean triple beam deluxe wit the wingsFeel that one day I’ll have to die over this creamI ain’t tryin' to be seen in jail wit 5 to 15So I change my ways start carryin' the KoranFollow the man that they call Louie FarrakhanSoon as I stop dealin' drugs is a careerA thug appeared, hit me wit a slug from the rearIt’s fucked up but that what happensWhen you dwell in these streetsOnly to ways out the gameGo to jail or be deceased
