[McGruff]

I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch police coats

Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost

Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats

Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks

No joke, the burner, that'll total leave you unwoke

Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt or smoke

Spaced out loke, sherm head, my eyes turn red

One time I came in off my high level, and guys was dead

Hold my own, from my Harlem home to Riker's

Up state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackers

They got the average black man labeled as a savage

Before that cabbage, he turn to pick a bad habit



[Chorus 2X]

Word to miz, my frontin Harlem Kidz get biz

Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is



[McGruff]

Let me tell ya, how I live, I put paraphernalia

Wait, Herb McGruff ain't got vowels to show ya

Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinkin

Gettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkin

Heroine don, yeah, private jet airborne

Me and my niggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear on

Sip Crystal, skip the Mo', don't like Fidel Castro

Sportin diamond rings, like Don King wit that wild afro

It's time no, knowhatimean? Harlem bout to blow

No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough

Where I'm from son, snitches be dialin 911

But those the one you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums



[Chorus 2X]



[McGruff]

Aiyo, my town's real, it ain't no fairy tale here

Homicide Harlem, blaow, what's the problem?

We rob 'em, take all the jewels and the lucci

Cowards that grave, hit the fools wit the uzi

I lived this, handle all my business, leave no witness

God bless the guy who test the fine dress

To die F to B