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Harlem Streets
(专辑: Purple Haze - 2004)
Killa (Killa) Dipset man Aye yo you know I've been all over the
motherfucking world man But ain't no place like Harlem man (Let) me break it down man [Verse 1] We tie dynamite to the
rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight Sell the
information for a
dime a
white, that China China I'm behind the
diner, selling marijuana to a
minor minor Elder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine ya My mind designa, you a
dime, I
dine ya Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I
hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along Said how don't trip, but yo the
trick is wrong First visit warn, day job tick a
tron Night time, missed the
mom, bootleg cris and don Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the
bomb Ima hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawn The
rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the
intercom You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm And they father come from a
long lista dons And I
get it cheaper, I
cop bricks like sneakers And if the
cops come, I
just hit amnesia But I
give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I
hustle, and she said be careful [Chorus] Why I
feel like I'm loosin weight? Why I
ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight My lifes based upon, what Imma do this year Cop a
boat, Hop a
layer Now the
army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a
pair Still the
sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I
made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls When a
nigga under the
world [Verse 2] Everybody like Cam got the
recipe now Not them three girls I
got to be Destiny's Child Specially equities, wreckin we smile In the
fear tech the
tech and use the
tech that we wile The
tech with the
septa, Receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a
koch, Helicopters on the
set of my sales Nah, I
ain't gon be imbedded in jail Talking to a
cellmate in a
bed in a
jail, dog I
broke bread with the
wheel, fled from some seals And the
house, I
was the
head of the
hills, shit You get a
dumb ho, and get dumb happy Go to the
gun show, get gun happy Stuck, killed, mugged, milt Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk Poochi, baba, butta got the
hardest shells We the
Midwest gun cartel, nigga Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a
hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the
game A
test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the
racks on the
Range Look dog, don't be askin for dames, see Playboy, I
don't own that man In any way homeboy, you a
grown ass man, shit And when I
rap it ain't no punchlines I
be on the
highway dirty, crunch time N o
timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stashbox, just one time: Shit, they'll put the
dogs in the
trunk Side of the
road, holding you up, cold as a
fuck They want that button, Lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I
run in the
bushes That's how I
play mine, jump over the
grapevine Take my chances, one on one with the
k9 Stealin a
clip, for anyone squealin they lips Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the
dips [Chorus]
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