Harlem Kidz Get Biz

[Intro]
Yeah, real East Coast niggas
Cap-peelers
NFL, Children of the Corn
Right now, it’s on
Yeah! Uh!

[Verse 1]
I’m from the East Coast. I don’t care, snatch police toast
Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost
Walk With notes, plus I’m known for putting forks in throats
Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks
No joke, the burner that I tote’ll leave you un-awoke
Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt of smoke, spaced-
-out loc, sherm-head, my eyes turn red. One time
I came out off my high, eleven guys was dead. Hold
My own from my Harlem home to Rikers, upstate
And downstate with them hillbilly crackers
They got the average black man labeled as a savage
But for that cabbage, you tend to pick up bad habits

[Hook]
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

[Verse 2]
Let me
Tell ya how I live: I pump paraphernalia
Weight. Herb McGruff ain’t got vals to sell ya
Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking, getting
Money out my ass—who think my cream sinking? Her-
-oine don, yeah, private jet airborne. Me and
My niggas counting figures with that fresh gear on, sip
Crystal, skip the Mo’, don’t like Fidel Castro, sporting
Diamond rings like Don King with that wild afro. It’s
Time now, nah’mean? Harlem ‘bout to blow
Don’t fake jacks, get the green, go all-out for dough. Where I’m
From, son, snitches be dialing 911
But those the ones you find in the alley filled with 9 dum-dums

[Hook]
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

[Verse 3]
Ayyo
My town’s real, it ain’t no fairy tale here
Homicide Harlem—blao! What’s the problem?
We rob ‘em, take all the jewels and the lucci
Cowards act brave, hit the fools with the Uzi
I live this, handle all my business, leave no witness
God bless the guy who testify dressed to die. F
The BS. ‘Bout to cop this Lex GS. Gruff be
Hitting virgin skins ‘cause the sex be fresh. Hold
My own, I’m own as the black Al Capone
Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome. On 139
And Lennox is where you will find this menace puffing lye
Sipping Harveys Bristol, wine, and Guinness, nigga

[Hook]
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is