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DJ Kay Slay & Dave East & Loaded Lux & K-Shine & Charlie Clips & Nino Man & McGruff
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Cielings with chandeliers, the man in here
A couple grams with [?], they make your sandwich there
Poppy keep the front door locked, he see the dope past
Fronting when they up with that paper, niggas be broke fast
More problems, that's just the result of more cash
They ain’t find no money, they rob the coke stash
We moving in the block, know what I spoke real
Planning to get out if I'm locked up, like Michael Scofield
That's prison break, couple birdies on the interstate
Bagging powder up on a dinner plate, kept a winner face
Niggas looking like losers, Neno tooter
Tought myself to shoot with a ruger, and work computers
Now I can book vacations, I need an ocean view
You already know I’m that nigga before I spoke to you
[?]
Dippin in the stash box, lawyer money was overdo
Kay Slay the only DJ really rep the streets
Before y'all heard of Dave East, I let my record speak
The shit that I'm cooking ain't got no recipe
[?] won't get the best of me
Walk around with my stripes, feel like a referee
Killing niggas I'm nice, [?]
[Verse 2: Charlie Clips]
Harlem from [?]
[?] money made
Niggas pretty boys, this ain't Diddy marketing Mase
Mama here [?] starving for a taste
How you down [?] like I'm his father in his face
Push around, my writing [?] tower like Rapunsal
My threads are golden, [?] when I put it down
Got no time for lines that’s going down
You can go back as many times as you like, golden caralle
[?] you guys falling
You condisending, like telling Fetty Wap to keep an eye on him
That’s why we can't rhyme for them on [?]
They taking shots and our form
Show me a baller, and I can show you support
Last Christmas, my man went broke for his daughter
[?] pray all you want
Only pope that ever helped us was in coke, not water
Testing testing
[?] body stretcher
[?]
[Verse 3 ?]
From the same block where Pac let it spray in the building
My dream cars the drop, [?] on the cieling
Fuck a hook, you fishing, time to bring what’s real in
A piece of you a square like [?]
See the clip, let it hang out
You should kick it [?]
[?] I lose control like I got Missy with me
Don't know what she spitting, like I got Iggy with me
But I will [?], don't get jiggy with me
Harlem knew how to [?] spit a rhyme
When niggas use sheets with a window blind
Where a nigga trap was the enterprise
Deredos and honey buns when it's dinner time
Yeah salty and wounded, try sugar hill
It’s like we tresspassing, we in the building
Niggas is too fake, they need some filling
Dennis the Mennis, I go [?]
From Harlem how we give it up
I know my slogen, shut the fuck up
[Verse 4 ?]
[?]
[?] shades on
[?] like Avon
Say my name, I pop up like State Farm
With a can and a hoodie like Trayvon
I'm balling on these stupid motherfuckers
Put the car in park, and it cause a lot of ruckous
Wait Ruckous Park, get it?
The king home
I ball on your queen, she get the king gone
Only Harlem niggas get that
You don't understand I slang, well nigga sit back
Wanna work out and drink a beer? I can fix that
And put a Colt 45 on your 6 pack
Till I got the hash it was [?]
Strip baken from whipping [?] like dirty kitchens
And I even supplied halfe the stash
With coke and weed, call it a half and half
Eh Slay, I had to show them I'm a problem
What's the best burro in the world? Harlem
[Verse 5: Neno Man]
Young Harlem nigga from the west side
Never flew a kite, but know how to make a tech fly
See a bitch in the park, I'm [?] slide
Hope you got the picture, but make sure you get my best side
Neno Man, I'm that nigga fuck what you cats think
I been putting shows on Lenox before black ink
When my joint got a problem, I just ignore the bitch
She just mad at what she [?], I went and bought [?]
That's my shorty, no lie, I wouldn't call it quits
Good girl that get turned on when I call her bitch
I get mines now, [?] grind later
Me and [?] was balling in the jects, no mind player
They see me eating in [?] with racks
But Imma still get a baken egg and cheese from [?]
And serve a feend right now if they need some [?]
[?] just bring it back
They think I [?] myself, cause I won't leave the trap
Just keep me away from two things, [?] and rats
[Verse 6: Macgruff]
What's up yo? Still in the hood doing my one two
Place where these fake rappers scared to come through
No body guards round me, but a bunch of guns though
Whole bunch of shooters on the run from [?]
This the jngle, only the strong survive
The week can't [?] streets of concreet
I want the lion's share, and if I am there, [?]
Shit get ugly, couple niggas gon be lieing there
Niggas be sweeter than ice cream, with tight jeans
Talking bout they thuggin, and they sucking dick
They on some other shit
Stay over there
Homie we don't play that shit over here
Fuck nigga
Yeah now it's the nigga who the feends and the feds love
It's the one haters wanna see in handcuffs
It's your man Gruff, Harlem stand up
Always kept that [?] tucked, case a nigga [?]
Harlem is the World was written by Nino Man & McGruff & Charlie Clips & K-Shine & Loaded Lux & Dave East & DJ Kay Slay.
Harlem is the World was produced by E-Dubb (producer).
DJ Kay Slay released Harlem is the World on Fri Oct 23 2015.