Big L, McGruff, Bootsie - Harlem N.Y.C. lyrics
[Big L, McGruff, Bootsie - Harlem N.Y.C. lyrics]
Word to mother, I'm ready to set it
Niggas can wet it
For foes that got spots and blocks
For foes that is dead and
So slow down, before I have had to glow down
With the four pound
Gas ready to blow us off mad rounds
I roll solo brandin' niggas like a rap logo
You want beef with me
You rather call the fuckin' popo
I keep my crew creepin', bitches beepin'
When I do hit's
I make sure they're in their sleepin'
You want problems with my murder team
Who gets cream?
Who takes me, to the highest extreme?
Now check it, I'm the slim mackadocious
Rip MC's on some slow shit
All about some buck and get that dough shit
And when I battle MC's I make 'em forfeit
Playin' suckas on some real
Muthafuckin' hoe shit
Now check a grave nigga comin' thru
Now check a grave nigga comin' thru
For those who try to get rid
And choose who the one digga
Foes betta consider
I'm all up in your shitta
There's a chance you, hit a nigga dismantle
My crew trample at night
For those who gamble they life
Man handlin' fights
And leave yo shit in shambles
And get a sample of my
Knife, with my cannabis slice, and yo
Fuck what other folks think, shit is no think
Foes bring the drama
And the gun blows smoke rings
But Uptown calls shots
And blowin' up all spots
And watch how the ball bounces
When the ball drops
Cuz you can catch all shots, for all ounces
I state my claim and start countin'
Over shore to be bald spots, on strong tops
Niggas need to stop believin' pops
You see me on that cop
I got heaters for all rocks
For those who wonder
Be the receiver of these hard knocks
This is where it all stops
You fierce niggas call the cops
Yeah, this is how we do it, Harlem, NYC
A bunch of grimey dudes, like you and me
My people are hungry and make illegal money
When he comes for weed, just flee the country
Word to mans, my frontin' Harlem kids get biz
While these bitch ass niggas
Put slacks in sizz bring the ruckus
Nigga's tome launched the muthafuckas
Drop the ball and bat
For those who can't even touch us
Camouflage fatigue, and, Timberland boots
Ice and toners
Extra clips let niggas get the bonus
Guerilla warfare, we're taking no shorts here
Remember, for fear
We out and never report there
Life is twisted
Live trife stripe with the biscuit
Whatever I tell you on the mic
I lived it true stuff
You think you're bad? Then come thru Gruff
Ask about me, never been the one who bluffed
Fill the floor, fuck em, Butch
And steal your chores
Outlaws, makin' millions stealing bras
McGruff, rush head junkie twistin some dust
Hard crush, waitin' for systems to bust
Flip the script
Them clown cats get pistol whipped
Them crystals rip
Lord knows I been thru some shit
Now yall remember me? Ever since
Public school on 23
Elementary, lumpin' up niggas memories
Evil do the weed from the
Grimey people from the sewer
On Malcolm X, Harlem, 139 street the lugers
Yo name don't hold weight in my domain
You'll get slain for gold chains
And grain of cocaine
The wolf's out, so you better look out
Or get took out, blazed up like a cook out
Cuz big Gruff's the mate
I don't care, mothafuck the jakes
Pushin' ducks with fake
When he get stuck for cake
With the Tray-Eight
Make niggas strip like straight
Catch 'em comin' from Compton
Rob 'em and flip they weight
Double the profit
Gettin' high from bubblin' chocolate
Since the juve
And now i used to start trouble and croft it
Then it all smokes, boom, lit up your hall
Thugged over all, bust my gun
Throw blows at brawls
Waitin' for foes to fall
Debatin' what hoes to call
Trife nigga for life
'till it's all over y'all
Harlem's on the map now, and I'm the backbone
I'm only happy until all the stores
In my home is black owned
And it's a fact tomes, my crew pack chromes
And crack domes
And sport Rollie's with fat stones
I'm quick to bust a mean
Nut in some teen slut big L is clean cut
Reward jewels like King Tut
So hold on and prepare to get rolled on
My crew robs every fag that
Walks through with gold on
I cruise slow with the gun on my lap
So keep runnin' your trap
And I'll put one in your cap
Got mad places to go, buyin' cases of Mo'
While you're doing cases for dough
Cuz ur papers is low, what
Yeah, this is how we do it, Harlem, NYC
A bunch of grimey dudes, like you and me
My people are hungry and make illegal money
When he comes for weed, just flee the country
Niggas can wet it
For foes that got spots and blocks
For foes that is dead and
So slow down, before I have had to glow down
With the four pound
Gas ready to blow us off mad rounds
I roll solo brandin' niggas like a rap logo
You want beef with me
You rather call the fuckin' popo
I keep my crew creepin', bitches beepin'
When I do hit's
I make sure they're in their sleepin'
You want problems with my murder team
Who gets cream?
Who takes me, to the highest extreme?
Now check it, I'm the slim mackadocious
Rip MC's on some slow shit
All about some buck and get that dough shit
And when I battle MC's I make 'em forfeit
Playin' suckas on some real
Muthafuckin' hoe shit
Now check a grave nigga comin' thru
Now check a grave nigga comin' thru
For those who try to get rid
And choose who the one digga
Foes betta consider
I'm all up in your shitta
There's a chance you, hit a nigga dismantle
My crew trample at night
For those who gamble they life
Man handlin' fights
And leave yo shit in shambles
And get a sample of my
Knife, with my cannabis slice, and yo
Fuck what other folks think, shit is no think
Foes bring the drama
And the gun blows smoke rings
But Uptown calls shots
And blowin' up all spots
And watch how the ball bounces
When the ball drops
Cuz you can catch all shots, for all ounces
I state my claim and start countin'
Over shore to be bald spots, on strong tops
Niggas need to stop believin' pops
You see me on that cop
I got heaters for all rocks
For those who wonder
Be the receiver of these hard knocks
This is where it all stops
You fierce niggas call the cops
Yeah, this is how we do it, Harlem, NYC
A bunch of grimey dudes, like you and me
My people are hungry and make illegal money
When he comes for weed, just flee the country
Word to mans, my frontin' Harlem kids get biz
While these bitch ass niggas
Put slacks in sizz bring the ruckus
Nigga's tome launched the muthafuckas
Drop the ball and bat
For those who can't even touch us
Camouflage fatigue, and, Timberland boots
Ice and toners
Extra clips let niggas get the bonus
Guerilla warfare, we're taking no shorts here
Remember, for fear
We out and never report there
Life is twisted
Live trife stripe with the biscuit
Whatever I tell you on the mic
I lived it true stuff
You think you're bad? Then come thru Gruff
Ask about me, never been the one who bluffed
Fill the floor, fuck em, Butch
And steal your chores
Outlaws, makin' millions stealing bras
McGruff, rush head junkie twistin some dust
Hard crush, waitin' for systems to bust
Flip the script
Them clown cats get pistol whipped
Them crystals rip
Lord knows I been thru some shit
Now yall remember me? Ever since
Public school on 23
Elementary, lumpin' up niggas memories
Evil do the weed from the
Grimey people from the sewer
On Malcolm X, Harlem, 139 street the lugers
Yo name don't hold weight in my domain
You'll get slain for gold chains
And grain of cocaine
The wolf's out, so you better look out
Or get took out, blazed up like a cook out
Cuz big Gruff's the mate
I don't care, mothafuck the jakes
Pushin' ducks with fake
When he get stuck for cake
With the Tray-Eight
Make niggas strip like straight
Catch 'em comin' from Compton
Rob 'em and flip they weight
Double the profit
Gettin' high from bubblin' chocolate
Since the juve
And now i used to start trouble and croft it
Then it all smokes, boom, lit up your hall
Thugged over all, bust my gun
Throw blows at brawls
Waitin' for foes to fall
Debatin' what hoes to call
Trife nigga for life
'till it's all over y'all
Harlem's on the map now, and I'm the backbone
I'm only happy until all the stores
In my home is black owned
And it's a fact tomes, my crew pack chromes
And crack domes
And sport Rollie's with fat stones
I'm quick to bust a mean
Nut in some teen slut big L is clean cut
Reward jewels like King Tut
So hold on and prepare to get rolled on
My crew robs every fag that
Walks through with gold on
I cruise slow with the gun on my lap
So keep runnin' your trap
And I'll put one in your cap
Got mad places to go, buyin' cases of Mo'
While you're doing cases for dough
Cuz ur papers is low, what
Yeah, this is how we do it, Harlem, NYC
A bunch of grimey dudes, like you and me
My people are hungry and make illegal money
When he comes for weed, just flee the country
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