Grants Tomb '97 (Jazzmobile)

Yes, indeed, it's the mix king, Ron G
Livin' large with Uptown 155
Wanna give a big, big shout, goes out to the whole 139th Street
This that new Big L (check it out)

I keep a stash full of cash, puffing grass with a dash of some hash
Jeans be sagging off half of my ass
I keep it ghetto, still, I'm a fly fellow
I love the cuties, no matter if they darkskin or high yellow
My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw
I'm getting cheddar galore like never before
I can pull a dime quicker than Dillinger can pull a heist
I rock the blue face presidential, fulla ice
Me and my crew is sick like the flu
So what you gon' do, boo, when we come for you, huh?
It ain't no calling time out once I climb out
The garbage can with two nines out, and blow your spine out

Already know how our business go (everybody knows)
Uptown nigga that'll take it low (where we come from niggas never go)
Gotta get back on the road again
Yelling and working, hone it in
Since the beginning, Uptown be spinnin'
Thinking you can fuck with my scene

I'm from the city where the witty resides
A menacing sinister vibe once the villain arise
Nobody slides, everybody dies, no regards for innocent lives
Kiss 'em goodbye, fuck your top five, I'm rappin' like
It's my last minutes alive, I got a different appetite
You niggas really deprived, at least nobody's acting like
I ain't really that guy, somebody lying
I'll diminish his pride, I'm from the tribe of the rap gods
Ear to the throne, Joey is home and I ain't never need a
Cosign neither, I got here on my owns
So take that bass out your voice, home, lower your tone
Calling all you phonies out and it ain't over the phone
Click, clack, blam, how you like me now
I been the golden child, all the sudden, they in denial
I'm cut from a different textile, that Smith & Wesson Brooklyn textile
And if you keep pulling my card, better get you decked out

Already know how our business go (everybody knows)
Uptown nigga that'll take it low (where we come from niggas never go)
Gotta get back on the road again
Yelling and working, hone it in
Since the beginning, Uptown be spinnin'
Thinking you can fuck with my scene (ayo)

Word up, man
Nowadays these cats don't be representing the microphone
like they supposed to (straight like that)
Word up, so we gotta take it back
Only real niggas with skills should get deals, word up (right, fact)
One love to the whole Harlem Clique
Herb McGruff, Mase Murda, C.O.C, Killa Cam, Bloodshed, you know how we do
big, big shout, goes out to the whole 139th Street
Big Tom, the Danger Zone
Little Lee, the whole NFL crew
E-Jordan, Big Lee, Redg, Big L
Wanna give a big, big shout out Same Gang crew
The best out, alright now
That's how we get to it