So Harlem
(专辑: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) - 2006)
[Jim Jones] Free bail posters, tail lights on the
roadster (Ferraris) Live life vulgar, the
FBI posters (fuck the
feds) The
fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) We act dumb don't approach us (watch yourself) We hit the
spot & stand on club sofas (ballin) So get the
club owners (where he at) Cause we the
boss type knicks game court side Big chain sporty ride G4 the
lord of skies (flyin) And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up) Then pay homage to the
board that lies So many niggaz on my corner died A
marijuana how I
mourn you guys (I mourn you) And nevermind that My cash better find that (bring my cash) We do the
mask work Kick doors cash search (I know you here me) Now where the
paper at, man where the
yayo at (it get ugly) You make me wait the
gat where your baby layin at (fuck your kid) Cause it's a
cold world, (Yup) after world Emblem on the
car it's no horn on the
Capricorn [Chorus: Max B] Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee Jump nigga think you a
frog and I'ma hit you with one in your knee We switch up the
cars, we switch up the
broads Got the
bitches sayin oh my darling We fucks with the
stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the
bar we oh so Harlem [Jim Jones] A
desperado, (Jones) rich like I
struck the
lotto (ballin) Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato I
paint the
night in them custom models (galotti's) Racin in the
street duckin potholes (speedin) Who gives a
fuck is the
motto (fuck em) The
new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers (text mail) And no tops on the 2
seaters (no tops) It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot) It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris) You gon get it cause my crew G'd up We take chances, (yup) flip label advances (get it) 3
day stays at atlantis (ballin) Make way for the
gangsters (byrd gang) A
1000 deaths to the
cowards (fuck em) You let him die no flowers (fuck 'em twice) I
use to drive 4
hours, (right) Switch with my man had a
supply worth of powder (I gotta get it) You chumps want the
power But when it rain man you can't duck the
showers (Nope) It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours (let's do it) [Chorus] [Jim Jones] I
got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics) Where we livin at the
cops can't stand us (fuck squally) And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded) And my constituents a
act bananas (monkey business) Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me) I'm talkin beef not a
bit of pork (no pork) If you a
soldier go get your boss (where he at) We need to sit & talk (2:12 with him) before it go further Mo money mo murder ?? And we will pop at you And whoever you got with you (blatttt) My muslim niggaz too hard (hustle hard) Cop jewels new cars (stafalah) Take guns to jumar Tryna avoid a
new charge (lotti)?? Now I
salaam to that & drop a
bomb to that (stafalah) It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga) You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast (eat you up) The
credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash (Ballin) And I'm oh so Harlem 15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)