Ma$e - Goin Back to Harlem lyrics

Huh? (damn) i said NY!
Okay, okay harlem (Come on)
Where you at, I miss you
Where you at, do you miss me
Anywhere, anyplace, anyhow anywhere (G-Unit)

Now if you see I'm the kingdom
I got the thing on
See the silver thing chrome
It'll play a ringtone
See me in ya queen phone, you better dream on
Drama that I bring on
You don't wanna bring home
I'm from the block where only money matter
A nigga take snow and blow like Nasa
Where they stay screamin'
Skip from my Lou from the raptor
Used to dribble rocks
Now they pushin' it faster nigga talk slick
(Woo) , he get slit with the dagger nigga
Yo Whoo Kid, I got to hear that one more time
Man, bring that back

(Going back to Cali, bring it back)
New York City (ooh) huh
I said NY okay, Okay
Harlem where you at, I miss you
Where you at, do you miss me
Anywhere anyplace anyhow anywhere (G-Unit)

Now if you see I'm the kingdom
I got the thing on
See the silver thing chrome
It'll play a ringtone
See me in ya queen phone, you better dream on
Drama that I bring on
You don't wanna bring home
I'm from the block where only money matter
A nigga take snow and blow like Nasa
Where they stay screamin' skip from
My Lou from the raptor
Used to dribble rocks
Now they pushin it faster (Shadyville)
Nigga talk slick, he get slit with the dagger
Nigga walk into ya death all
You hear is the laughter
Then you hear the pop, pop, pop and after
Cops show up and got questions to ask ya
(Whoo Kid) you gonna make it to the top
You gonna have ya own ladder
You gonna make it pumpin rocks
You gonna have ya own batter
Cause a nigga in my hood ain't
Gonna cook it for ya
A nigga take a chick for ya
Before he take a for ya
Nigga snitch before he hit the for ya
Nigga take a hit
But definitely won't take a woopin' for ya
(Winslow) nigga hearing got the whole
Hood lookin' for ya
That's a Harlem nigga for ya, ya hear me
Right, right now you heard me (huh)
Right, right now! (G, G-Unit)

I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem
Harlem (My flight tonight)
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem
Harlem (You heard me, right, Murda Mase)
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem
Harlem (And I ain't here to fight, C'mon)
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem
Harlem and you gon' stop me, huh (haha)
You gon' stop me, he gon' stop me, huh
I said I'm from where niggas be
Freshin' and they love them pressin'
And call ya floss
Be the one you be left and make you question
Why'd need I weapon to come
And I be reppin'
If it's not a credit card
It's a check scam
You think he ya best friend
Till you see his Tec screamin'
And the boy with the baby floss, be left hand
But gotta make 350 for me to respect fam
(damn) we definitely ain't Mets fans
You got death man we come to collect and the
Clip start a jet fam (woo)
Pow play if you want it you be a dead man
Your life'll loose just like little step man
With six in ya headband (get back)
Huh, you gon' stop me he gon' stop me, huh

Whoo Kid I ain't givin' these
Niggas no more this man anywhere
You hear me (yeah) anyplace black (haha)
Yeah anytime
Anywhere, anyplace, anytime ha ha haha