[Intro]
The Uptown connec' is very powerful
What we need to do is.. build somethin', so powerful
That nobody can fuck with us
See what I mean?
Okay
Fuck those cockroaches!

[Ma$e]
Yeah, check it out
Here come Ma$e
The muthafuckin' Big L
My n***a Gruff
'Bout to bring it to you faggots
So when this shit drop
Y'all n***as be ready to go for your guns, n***a
Check it out, one-two
Hit 'em one time, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Ma$e & (Big L)]
Yo, I barely know you
But the way you front make me wanna blow you
You rappin' but you local, my shit is goin' global
N***as ain't ready, nah, fuck figures that's petty
I want bricks so thick, you cut 'em with machetes
Any n***a met me know I'm 'bout gettin' cheddy
Ain't nuthin' fancy, settle for 1500 Chevy
I watched my man get banned tryin' to plan scams
Done ran grams on a Pan Am to San Fran
We want the money, so it's a must we get paid
I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made
Send bricks to papi, be big as liberace
You don't believe me? N***a, watch me
Unfold your phone, and call up all your soldiers at home
Tell 'em you saw Ma$e in Rolling Stone holdin' a chrome
Now he probably out in the Poconos strokin' hoes
Smokin' notes, celebratin', open the Mo's
A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high
Even his boo tried to set him for his moolah
The cops take us to where a cell block await us
I watch my capers clockin' paper, rockin' glaciers
Yo, L, I ain't gotta tell you what to do, man
(Word up, word up)
Just lace them n***as
(You know how we gon' do this)
Word up, dun
(Harlem NYC style, B-I-G style, MVP style, baby, check it out)
[Verse 2: Big L]
Uh! 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 is 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 drug spots in 8 states
I'm chillin', makin' sure this money is right
Sippin' Sunny Delight, hittin' every honey in sight
Playboy, tracks I like rough, ain't that right, Gruff??
I might puff some green shit, but no white stuff
I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your shit 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

[Big L]
Hey yo, gruff, man
This is yo track, man
What you waitin' for?
Rip this shit
[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, n***a, yeah, right out the diner
For this shit 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, n***a 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 squirts
Leave n***as in more pain than when your nuts hurt
Give n***as 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