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Song title: Mcgruff - Gruff Express

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Yo, this the one right here tone....yeah this that shit right
Here....herb mcgruff....the crime dog, harlem world, n.f.l......

Verse 1:
Yall know who holdin, get money while you dozin
Jewels frozen, hit skins with two trojans
Harlems on the rise, the new slogan
All of these guys get blew open
Whole crew totin
To hell with that braggin and boastin
Ima put my mag in motion, leave all you fags floatin
Wrapped up, dont get yourself capped up
Try and act up, watch the four-our make you back up
Dums dums, you know where the clique come from
Flip bricks, goin in on sticks for lumpsomes
Harlem world baby, up in ya girl crazy
In a tinted out v-12 pearl mercedes
Six pusher, mackin all these hookers who took us
Thats my stick man, he dont say shit, keep the cooker
Beat and whoop ya, knock yo ass out cold
Pass ya gold, teflons harass ya soul
And death become you
Clap you, take everything from you
Fuck a rumble, watch you stumble in the jungle
Hell here, hear me? nothin like bel-air
Niggas sell here, mad bitches on welfare
Fuck the mayor, Im tryin to make a million bucks a year
They wanna see me try, watch this villian duck the chair
Kingpinnin, doin my thing, grinnin
Stayed in the bing in prison
Ripped this cat for a ring that glistened
Pullin off them stings like a tradition
Stay schemin like latin kings up in the system
Move with wisdom, catch em with these duded thats gonna twist em
Uz lift em, every nigga he knew gon miss em
Gruffy, man you either hate me or you love me
Nothin in between that, I mean that
For greenbacks, rob niggas, sell fiends crack
Lay em down flat, where my mans two pound at?

Chorus -
Cant nobody do it better
It makes me happy countin cheddar, yeah
Wine-n-dinin, diamonds shinin
Pushin benzos with tinted windows, yeah

Verse 2:
Hold my head and polly
Lay low from federallis
When I squeeze shit get hot like red tomales
Tecks and shottys, hot ones catchin bodies
Respect my robbery, poppi you copy?
Gimme them bricks, masterminded plenty of sticks
Sip remy with chicks, cock the semi on dicks
Yo, these slugs aint got no name
Watch yo frame
I almost shot a dame who came to cop cocaine
Squeezed on the oye
Two-thousand grams of raw yay
Took the bricks, wiped the prints off the doorway
Four-four spray, connivin like keyser soze
Flippin pies, robbin them spanish guys on broadway
Crime doggy, cartier shines from maurys
Dapper don, average cat rap beyond
Strap be on, desert storm gat be warm
What the deal is, ima show you niggas what the real is.

Chorus 2x