[McGruff]   (check it, Yo!)   Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream   cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters   being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke   counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke   guarded by thugs and rottweilers   I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars   niggas get plugged when my glock collers   skunk smokers, philly and aisle ripper   cristal sipper, I've been a willy for awhile nigga   'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos   expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls   east coast west coast fiends overdose   'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost      [Murda Mase]   This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3   clips of hollow tips with no sympathy   since 14 I sold morphine for more green   kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting   and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz   and laundry ninas   flea the country to Argentina   laid back in the beach (yeah)   coastin with commuters   smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba   for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough   then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po'   get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego   with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so      [Chorus]   Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream   East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean   Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene   you gots to get your own scheme   We ain't splitin this cream      [Killa Kam]   Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numerically   hills of Beverly, more grands than cherokee   president like Eric B., and Rakim   Drug game I'm top ten, locked in , right now its not an option   and those who creep, got the Mac in the heat   they got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seat   and now they got to steady braggin   last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready when heavy   was back tossed me in the paddywagon   but ain't nobody out here stoppin love   cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub   so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong   Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon      [BloodShed]   Yo! I leave you dazed and froze   with all kinds of amazing flows   money surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoes   back home niggas is after me   I'm back to sea sippin daquiri's   coke factory, fiends baggin up crack for me   from cutting up rocks to investing in stocks   nautica yachts, and knots busting outa my socks   now thats bloods play the chub   all the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby   behind my back they say my babys ugly   each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeeps   neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets   mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan   cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs      [Chorus]      [Big L]   Check It!   To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream   Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen   yo know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie   I'm known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci? (absolutely)   Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z's   Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees   be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries   Aye-Yo I'm set for the rest of my life   Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife   I stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slain   nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game      [Chorus]      Yea What?   Harlem on the Rise   Blood shed   Killa Kam   Six Figures   Cee-O-Cee   Chuck Blassie   My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy   uptown   McGruff   Big L   139   NFL   140