Gruff Express

Yo, this the one right here Tone....yeah this that shit right<br>here....Herb McGruff....the crime Dog, Harlem World, N.F.L......<br><br>Verse 1:<br>Ya`ll know who holdin`, get money while you dozin`<br>jewels frozen, hit skins with two trojans<br>Harlems on the rise, the new slogan<br>all of these guys get blew open<br>whole crew totin`<br>to Hell with that braggin` and boastin`<br>I`m`a put my mag in motion, leave all you fags floatin`<br>wrapped up, don`t get yourself capped up<br>try and act up, watch the Four-our make you back up<br>Dums Dums, you know where the clique come from<br>flip bricks, goin` in on sticks for Lumpsomes<br>Harlem World baby, up in ya girl crazy<br>in a tinted out V-12 pearl Mercedes<br>Six pusher, mackin` all these Hookers who took us<br>thats my stick man, he don`t say shit, keep the cooker<br>beat and whoop ya, knock yo ass out cold<br>pass ya gold, Teflons harass ya soul<br>and death become you<br>clap you, take everything from you<br>fuck a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungle<br>Hell here, hear me? nothin` like Bel-Air<br>niggas sell here, mad bitches on Welfare<br>fuck the Mayor, I`m tryin` to make a Million bucks a year<br>they wanna see me try, watch this villian duck the chair<br>Kingpinnin`, doin` my thing, grinnin`<br>stayed in the bing in prison<br>ripped this cat for a ring that glistened<br>pullin` off them stings like a tradition<br>stay schemin` like Latin Kings up in the system<br>move with wisdom, catch `em with these duded thats gonna twist `em<br>Uz` lift `em, every nigga he knew gon` miss `em<br>Gruffy, man you either hate me or you love me<br>nothin` in between that, I mean that<br>for Greenbacks, rob niggas, sell fiends crack<br>lay `em down flat, where my Man`s Two pound at?<br><br>Chorus - <br>Can`t nobody do it better<br>it makes me happy countin` cheddar, yeah<br>Wine-n-dinin`, diamonds shinin`<br>pushin` Benzos with tinted windows, yeah<br><br>Verse 2:<br>Hold my head and polly<br>lay low from Federalli`s<br>when I squeeze shit get hot like Red Tomales<br>tecks and Shotty`s, hot ones catchin` bodies<br>respect my robbery, Poppi you copy?<br>gimme them bricks, masterminded plenty of sticks<br>sip Remy with chicks, cock the Semi on dicks<br>Yo, these slugs ain`t got no name <br>watch yo` frame<br>I almost shot a dame who came to cop Cocaine<br>squeezed on the Oye<br>Two-Thousand Grams of raw Yay<br>took the bricks, wiped the prints off the doorway<br>Four-Four spray, connivin` like Keyser Soze<br>flippin` pies, robbin` them Spanish guys on broadway<br>crime Doggy, Cartier shines from Maury`s<br>Dapper Don, average cat rap beyond<br>strap be on, Desert storm gat be warm<br>what the deal is, I`m`a show you niggas what the real is. <br><br>Chorus 2X