So Harlem

Cvees (ft. Ike P, Probe DMS, and Swave Sevah) - “So Harlem”
[Emcee(s): Ike P, Probe DMS, and Swave Sevah]
[Producer(s): Probe DMS]
[Sample: Foreigner - "Love on the Telephone"]

[Intro: Ike P]
Whoo! Yeah! (Uh huh) You know how we do, nigga (We’re back at it). Harlem niggas, Cvees, yeah. I love my little town. Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Ike P]
Where all the hustlers at (Harlem), where all the trouble’s at (Harlem)
Where all the hoes that love dough with the bubbles at (Harlem)
Land of insomniacs (Harlem). Got grams and dimes with that (Uh huh)
Where the ruck are at. Yeah, motherfucker, Harlem’s back
We’re bringing the ruckus back (Do that). Timberland Chukkas black (Uh huh)
Chains, knuckles, and bats—no rules when we combat (Never)
Wish I could bring ‘em back (Who that?). My niggas like
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Swave Sevah got my back, and we’re the new terror of rap (Niggas)
The iron-lunged brothers—none of you’s fucking with that
Oh, you think you’re spitting crack? (Never) Nigga, that shit is wack (Please)
You rhyme eight-bar style. I’m kilos better than that
The flows are better than the track (Uh huh). Hard to keep your head intact
Thoroughbred from the borough of bread known across the map
It’s Ike P the God. I’ll rip the hole in an
Infamous wolfpack, make you famous pushing your shit back

[Hook: Cvees]
We’re on the grind all day. Niggas is so Harlem
Let the piff drift in the air—we’re so Harlem
Want the ball? Get it from here. We’re so Harlem
You don’t want no problem. We’re so Harlem

[Verse 2: Probe DMS]
Yo, loose Newports are selling. Bootleggers be begging
Catch me up and down Lennox like the M7
My dawgs snatched your MAC-11s and leave and clap a reverend
Shorten his quest to Heaven, then scorch back to seventh
Now we're back on the ave, corner of 2-5th
We’re on some new shit with a blunt of blue piff
In front of Starbucks, you’ll get scarred up
I don’t get starstruck (Why?). I’ll leave stars stuck
We like starring buck blasting our your truck
Early in the morning, while you’re yawning, we all up
In some old, funky Timbos for junkies and Jimbos
We’re trying to get their jumbos, we’re walking ‘round dumb, slow
I’m ducking Columbo, hustling 1-0
Go at it gung-ho. The iron-lunged bro
The foundation’s from Harlem. Cvees destined for stardom
So sleep if you wanna. You’ll be next with the problem

[Hook: Cvees]
We’re on the grind all day. Niggas is so Harlem
Let the piff drift in the air—we’re so Harlem
Want the ball? Get it from here. We’re so Harlem
You don’t want no problem. We’re so Harlem

[Verse 3: Swave Sevah]
Full of block covers, purple pot lovers
Around-the-clock hustlers, Glock-busters, cop-duckers
Money-making Manhattan, thugs waiting for action
We’re dipping the latest fashions. April, we’re saving the stashes
Puzzle investigators, shoot first, ask questions later
Guide or towners, you better be on your best behavior
We got gutter niggas that’ll gut a nigga
Like a fish and, if they really had to, cut a nigga
Keep my game tight, approach the gangs right
Meet dope, E, lay pipe all in the same night
Stay rolling dice, take the bankroll with ice
[?] and I could start with your souls tonight
Ike, Probe, and Sevah. Lennox Ave. to [?]
From now and forever, dawg, it’s Harlem we’re repping
Use lyrics as weapons, aim ‘em in your direction
There is no protection—these Harlem niggas is threatening

[Hook: Cvees]
We’re on the grind all day. Niggas is so Harlem
Let the piff drift in the air—we’re so Harlem
Want the ball? Get it from here. We’re so Harlem
You don’t want no problem. We’re so Harlem