Cam’ron, Shoota93 , Jim Jones - Straight Harlem lyrics

(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
You know that if you don't know nothing else
Nigga
(I'm straight,  Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together
Man
(I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight)
Story so fucking crazy, man
Wish the big homies would come together, man
Tell their story, man
I'll tell you a taste of what I know though

I, I I had to beg the big
Homie Reg not to rob Steph Marbury
(Never told you, Steph)
This the same year that he got drafted
I said, "That's my man" he say


"He got that Rollie on and that's my shit
Tell him to leave or I'ma start snatching"
(Crazy) "You got it, OG
I don't want no problems big or small"
(None at all) i knew they was wilding when
Niggas robbed Biggie Smalls
These niggas cray-cray, I got to get away-way
Until then
I'ma spray anything moving if it's mayday
(Facts) toughest in my hood, nah
But I am not for play-play (Nope)
On the East side
My niggas had hand grenades and AK's
(Tough mob) plus nobody love me more
More than my nigga AJ (True)
And be in Grand projects anytime I'm on vacay
(What up, Deebo) i still will get masked up
With the MAC tucked
Yeah, I'm back up with no backup
This cap bust
It's like getting hit by Mack trucks (Bow)
Slow money's for show money
But Harlem 'bout that fast buck
Pre-gentrified, only white I seen
Was bagged up, truth

(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World) what's up
(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
Ain't nothing changed but the
Color of the money
(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
These new blue hundred dollar bills, huh
How that look jones

I'm on 7th Ave with my karats on (Right)
Double park with my hazards on (Wassup?)
On the block
God bless the dead when my nigga
Light had had the bomb (RIP)
Word bond, forty dealt before school start
(It's a fact, nigga)
In a school zone and the
Teacher talkin' 'bout school smarts
From the same hood as and Big Dave
Hoop dreams turn coupe dreams
And we sold crack where kids play
(What else?)
Live on Lenox, fell dead in a vacant lot
His 16th at the trying to make salat
(As-salamu alaykum)
I was 15th and I had work tryna make a lot
Cooked it up at a fiend's house
All he wanted was to scrape the pot
(True facts)
Rich nigga and I'm sittin' on crates still
Real, real nigga, got a bitch on 8th still

(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
Oh, niggas know I'm Harlem, Shoota!
(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World) pull up in that GT 63 S
(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
Motherfucking seats bleeding like
A muh'fucka, yeah

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a 12 street delegate
Profitin' off every play
Men y'all look up to is not who I celebrate
(Nah, nah) i was raised by killers that rose
Hell and pissed on Heaven gates
I was taught by robbers
That robbed the robbers
But that's a separate case
In my present state, I'm getting money
I never press the brakes dude die
Don't tell me that shit 'bout
He in a better place
Move forward and elevate in the spirit
Of players that used to score
I remind him of Hen Dog when he
Pulled up in that Coupe before (That's me)
I remind him of Al Fierce
I might shoot right through the door
You remind me of Larry, he talked
Facin' a two to four
Get nasty when these plays are running
A rat'll chew right through the wall
Old Harlem, break the rules
Then I don't fuck with you no more

I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World
I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World
I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World
Ha-Ha-Harlem World
I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight, Har