"Grants Tomb '97 (JazzMobile)" lyrics
Big L, Joey Bada$$, BVNGS & The Legendary DJ Ron G Lyrics
[Ron G:]
It's the mix king, Ron G
Livin' large with Uptown 1-5-5
Wanna give a big big shout goes out to the whole 1-39th Street
That new Big L (Check it out)
[Big L:]
I keep a stash full of cash, puffing grass with a dash of some hash
Jeans be sagging off half of my ass
I keep it ghetto, still, I'm a fly fellow
I love the cuties, no matter if they dark-skin or high yellow
My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw
I'm getting cheddar galore like never before
I can pull a dime quicker than Dillinger can pull a heist
I rock the blue face presidential for the ice
Me and my crew is sick like the flu
So what you gon' do, boo, when we come for you, huh?
It ain't no calling time out once I climb out
The garbage can get two nines out
And blow your spine out
[BVNGS:]
Already know how our business go
Everybody knows where we come
Niggas never go
Gotta get back on the road again
Yelling and working, hone it in
Since the beginning
Uptown be spinnin'
Thinking you can fuck with my swing
[Joey Bada$$:]
I'm from the city where the gritty 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 acting like
I ain't really that guy, somebody lying
I'll diminish this pride from the tribe of the rap gods
Ear to the throne
Joey is home
And I don't even 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, clear. How you like me now?
I been a golden child, all the sudden, they in denial
I'm cut from a different textile, that Smith & Wesson will protect style
And if you keep pulling my car, better get you decked out
[BVNGS:]
Already know how our business go
Everybody knows where we come
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 swing
[Big L & Ron G:]
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 (Right)
Word up (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 1-39th Street
Big Tom, the Danger Zone
Little Lee, the whole NFL crew
E-Jordan, Big Lee, Big L
Wanna give a big-big shout out same gang crew
The best style, alright now
That's how we get to it
It's the mix king, Ron G
Livin' large with Uptown 1-5-5
Wanna give a big big shout goes out to the whole 1-39th Street
That new Big L (Check it out)
[Big L:]
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 dark-skin 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 for the 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 get two nines out
And blow your spine out
[BVNGS:]
Already know how our business go
Everybody knows where we come
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 swing
[Joey Bada$$:]
I'm from the city where the gritty 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 acting like
I ain't really that guy, somebody lying
I'll diminish this pride from the tribe of the rap gods
Ear to the throne
Joey is home
And I don't even 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, clear. How you like me now?
I been a golden child, all the sudden, they in denial
I'm cut from a different textile, that Smith & Wesson will protect style
And if you keep pulling my car, better get you decked out
[BVNGS:]
Already know how our business go
Everybody knows where we come
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 swing
[Big L & Ron G:]
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 (Right)
Word up (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 1-39th Street
Big Tom, the Danger Zone
Little Lee, the whole NFL crew
E-Jordan, Big Lee, Big L
Wanna give a big-big shout out same gang crew
The best style, alright now
That's how we get to it
Writer(s): Napon Paul Pintong, Lamont Coleman, Jo-vaughn Virginie Scott, Christian Devivo, Tyler Nguyen, Nicholas Ammirati, Ronald R. Bowser, Laquisha Powell
