Harlem Hops (scratches by Statik Selektah)

Verse 1: Still at it illmatic in the stereo
Cops circling the block I guess they on their neighborhood watch
Cus this time piece is more than just a neighborhood watch
So they spot it and wonder how a nigga got it
Outta town they call me flashy
Downtown they know it’s Harlem in my veins, got the swagger of an athlete
SL 500 behind the wheel
The coolest type of chill like when you just about to reach your first mil
And pretty girls want to know how it feels to travel w. no bags
Coming back in the flyest apparel
We on jets needing sleep after jet lag
You niggas got plane lag, we ain’t in the same class
Fresh trucker and my chains out fuck a name tag
We gon’ make this thing last, know the name Saint Cash
Cooking lil’ bo peeps, putting lyrics to beats
And I’m in my bag like I was looking for the receipt

(Dj Scratching)

Verse 2: Our decisions define us, what’s within us reminds us
Meditate every day & pray for wisdom and guidance
I've seen the best of us locked away in a cage like zoo inhabitants
Went overseas twice and found the truest happiness
Love conquers overall even logic
It’s cosmic, turn your smartphone on and read the comments
It’s wild just to be here I wonder what the future’s like
I hope my present wife will also be my future wife
Seen niggas lose they wife drugs and the limelight
I hope my man finds the strength loves to times right
These are just thoughts I been thinking on
In my SL 500 Benz turned the blinker on and made a right
On 135th pulled into the parking spot
And hit my niggas T like meeting at the Harlem Hops
The game is on and we’re politicking as usual
Talking sports, money and all the women are beautiful

(Dj Scratching)