The Uptown connec' is very powerful
What we need to do is build somethin’ so powerful
That nobody can ***k with us
See what I mean? Okay, ***k those ****roaches

Yeah, gheck it out, here come Mase
The mutha***kin' Big L, my ***** Gruff
‘Bout to bring it to you ***gots
So when this **** drop
Y'all *****s be ready to go for your guns, *****
Check it out, 1-2, hit ’em one time, yo

Yo, I barely know you
But the way you front, make you wanna blow you
You rappin’, but you local, my **** is goin’ global
*****s ain't ready, nah, ***k figures that petty
I want bricks so thick, you cut ’em with machetes

Any ***** met me know I'm ‘bout getting’ 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 poppy, be big as Liberacce
You don't believe me? *****, 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 pocanose strokin’ hoes
Smokin’ those, celebratin’, open the Moë'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
(What up, what up?)
Man, just lace them *****s
(Aight, you know how we gon' do this)
Word up, dun

Harlem NYC style
B-i-g style
MVP style
Baby, check it out

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 getting’ 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 drug 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 ****, but no white stuff

I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your **** s***ched
I drop slick hits, get off my ****, *****
(Go L)
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 a pocanose
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 ****

Now my life somethin’ finer, it wasn't when I was a minor
See, but now I'm pumpin’ China
White, *****, yeah, right out the diner
For this **** 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, ***** 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 *******
Leave *****s in more pain than when your nuts hurt
Give *****s 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
Everything's Sugarless, baby, now okay