Destined To Be Lyrics by Mcgruff

Destined To Be Lyrics

    [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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