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children of the corn - dangerzone/uptown connection lyrics

[intro]
the uptown connec’ is very powerful
what we need to do is
build somethin’, so powerful
that n0body can f-ck with us
see what i mean?
okay
f-ck those c-ckroaches

[mase]
yeah
check it out
here come
mase
the m-th-f-ckin’ big l
my n-gga gruff
’bout to bring it to you f-ggots
so when this sh-t drop
y’all n-ggas be ready to go for your guns, n-gga
check it out
1-2
hit ’em one time, yo

[verse 1: mase]
yo, i barely know you
but the way you front, make me wanna blow you
you rappin’, but you local, my sh-t is goin’ global
n-ggas ain’t ready, nah, f-ck figures that petty
i want bricks so thick, you cut ’em with machetes
any n-gga 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-gga, 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 the poconos strokin’ hoes
smokin’ those, celebratin’, open the mo? 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
[big l] (what up, what up? )
man, just lace them n-ggas
[big l] (aight, you know how we gon’ do this)
word up, dun
[big l]
harlem nyc style
b.i.g. style
mvp style
baby, check it out

[verse 2: big l]
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 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
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 sh-t, but no white stuff
i shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your sh-t st-tched
i drop sl!ck hits, (go l!), get off my d-ck, b-tch
when i was broke, you ain’t wanna see me get rich
now i k!ll 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 sh-t

[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-gga, yeah, right out the diner
for this sh-t 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-gga 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-ggas in more pain than when your nuts hurt
give n-ggas 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

- children of the corn lyrics

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