Harlem N.Y.C. (Beats 2 Blow Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bootsie] Word to mother, I'm ready to set it Niggas get wetted, for foes that got spots and blocks that shit is deaded So slow down, before I have act to low down With the fo' pound, gats 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' po-po I keep my crew creepin', bitches beepin' When I do hits, I make sure the enemy is 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 [Break] Now check it, Gravedigga comin' through Now check it, Gravedigga comin' through [Verse 2: Lord Digga] For those who try to get rid and choose who the one digga Foes better 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 We manhandle 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 [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 3: Herb McGruff] Word to mans, no fronting, Harlem Kids Get Biz While these bitch ass niggas push Lexuses Bring the ruckus, nigga's dome 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 Never fought fair, we out and never report there Life is twisted, live trife stripe with the biscuit Whatever I tell you on the mic, I live it, True stuff You think you're bad? Then come through Gruff Ask about me, never been the one who bluffed Fill the floor, fuck em, Butch, and steal your chores Outlaws, makin' millions dealing raw 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 through some shit 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 chain and every 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, motherfuck the jakes Pushin' ducks with fake, when he get stuck for cake With the Trey-Eight, make niggas strip lay straight Catch 'em comin' from Compton, rob 'em and flip they weight Double the profit, gettin' high from bubblin' chocolate Since the juv', 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 [Verse 4: Big L] Harlem's on the map now, and I'm the backbone I won't be happy until all the stores in my home is black owned And it's a fact, holmes, my crew pack chromes, and crack domes And sport Roley's with fat stones I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut Big L is clean cut, with more jewels then 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 capers for dough, cuz yo papers is low, what [Chorus] 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 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