Yes, indeed, it's the mix king, Ron G
Livin' large with Uptown 155
Wanna give a big-big shout out, goes out to the whole 139th Street
This that new Big L (check it out)
I keep a stash full of cash, puffin' grass with a dash of some hash
Jeans be saggin' 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 gettin' cheddar galore like never before
I could pull a dime quicker than Dillinger could pull a heist
I rock the blue face presidential full of 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 callin' timeout
Once I climb out the garbage can with two .9s out and blow your spine out
Already know how our business go
Everybody knows where we come from
Niggas never go
Gotta get back on road again
Yellin' and workin', honin' in
Since the beginnin', Uptown be spinnin'
Thinkin' you could fuck with my swing
I'm from the city where the gritty resides
A menacin' 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 actin' like
I ain't really that guy, somebody lyin'
I'll diminish this pride, I'm from the tribe of the rap gods
Ear to the throne, Joey is home and I ain't ever need a
Cosign neither, I got here on my owns
So take that bass out your voice, home, lower your tone
Callin' all you phonies out, and it ain't over the phone
Click, clack, glaow, how you like me now?
I been the golden child, all of a sudden, they in denial
I'm cut from a different textile, that Smith & Wesson will protect style
And if you keep pullin' my card, that'll get you decked out
Already know how our business go
Everybody knows where we come from
Niggas never go
Gotta get back on road again
Yellin' and workin', honin' in
Since the beginnin', Uptown be spinnin'
Thinkin' you could fuck with my swing (ayo)
Word up, man
Nowadays, these cats don't be representin' 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-out goes out to the whole 139th Street
Big Tom, the Danger Zone
Little Lee, the whole NFL crew
E-Jordan, Big Lee, Reg, Big L
Wanna give a big-big shout out to the same gang crew
The best style, alright now
That's how we get to it
