Lyrics Destined To Be - McGruff
[McGruff]
Herb
McGruff,
gats
in
the
beat,
the
richest
black
man
on
Earth
Who
gon
stop
me?
Fish
scale
for
papi
Spots
all
over,
from
New
York
to
Utah
Salt
Lake
City,
stay
jiggy,
cranberry
eight
fitty
Tented
wit
BB's,
stash
box
got
three
keys
Puffin
trees,
lock
on
my
knees
for
car
jackin
thieves
I'm
gettin
Lucci,
Versace,
Cucci,
Gucci
Be
loungin
like
Luke
be,
wit
wall
to
wall
coochie
Uh,
Gruffie,
know
your
biggest
dream
is
to
fuck
me
This
willie
sip
the
bubbly,
homicide's
be
ugly
For
the
record,
I'm
connected
across
the
borders
Meetin
Bermuda
blue
waters
on
the
celly
givin
orders
Cream
functionin,
52
states,
I'm
bumpin
in
Humpin
in,
operation,
flowin
and
pumpin
in
Big
willie,
Crystal,
isle's
and
Phillies
Don't
act
retarded,
I'm
guarded
by
nine
millies
[Chorus
2X:
samples
from
Mobb
Deep's
"Eye
For
A
Eye"]
"Life
is
a
gamble,
we
scramble
for
money
I
might
crack
a
smile
but
ain't
a
damn
thing
funny"
--
Prodigy
"My
theme
is
all
about
making
the
green
Livin
up
in
luxury,
pushin
phat
whips
and
livin
comfortably"
--
Havoc
[McGruff]
I
rest
my
ebony
grill
up
in
Beverly
Hills
Smokin
Phills,
listenin
to
Stephanie
Mills
Lifestyles
of
the
rich
and
famous,
all
on
anus
I'm
in
the
spotlight,
who
don't
know
what
my
name
is
Life
dangerous,
police
always
puttin
me
through
changes
But
in
my
spare
time,
I
be
at
the
golf
rangers
Gruff,
blowin
up
wit
Mr.
Big
Stuff
The
hamster,
soul
on
soul,
we
on
a
roll
Explodin,
platinum
hits,
cop
catchin
fits
Got
this
rap
shit
lock
like
pitch
Niggas
call
it
quits
For
'96
and
forever,
I'mma
get
the
cheddar
I
keep
it
by
the
lever,
sport
my
minks
in
cold
weather
I'm
well
known,
rockin
icy
jewel
stones
They
be
shinin,
like
stars
from
the
Twilight
Zone
You
know
my
major,
1-800
Sky
Pager
flavor
Colombian
connection,
Don
P.,
honey
sexin
[Chorus
2X]
[McGruff]
Now
who
be
that?
Hundred
dollar
bills
crispy
Versace
suit,
slightly
out
the
blaze,
handkerchief
be
Gator
Morty
slidin
through
the
party
mad
pissy
Champagne
cooler
filled
wit
Mo',
Don,
and
Crysty
Eyes
low
from
the
Dutch
and
hydro
When
bubbly
get
low,
what
the
fuck
we
rhyme
on
I'm
univer-sal,
gals
love
Herb's
style
Every
now
and
then,
mix
my
herb
wit
tical
I
run
wit
real
niggas,
who
live
life
foul
My
clan's
off
the
hook,
y'all
soft
and
shook
Now
look,
we
never
talk,
lives
get
took
Straight
up
crook,
Gruff
could
never
live
by
the
book
[Chorus
2X]
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