So Harlem

Lyrics

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 [?] 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