Harlem is the World

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East] Cielings with chandeliers, the man in here A couple grams with [?], they make your sandwich there Poppy keep the front door locked, he see the dope past Fronting when they up with that paper, niggas be broke fast More problems, that's just the result of more cash They ain't find no money, they rob the coke stash We moving in the block, know what I spoke real Planning to get out if I'm locked up, like Michael Scofield That's prison break, couple birdies on the interstate Bagging powder up on a dinner plate, kept a winner face Niggas looking like losers, Neno tooter Tought myself to shoot with a ruger, and work computers Now I can book vacations, I need an ocean view You already know I'm that nigga before I spoke to you [?] Dippin in the stash box, lawyer money was overdo Kay Slay the only DJ really rep the streets Before y'all heard of Dave East, I let my record speak The shit that I'm cooking ain't got no recipe [?] won't get the best of me Walk around with my stripes, feel like a referee Killing niggas I'm nice, [?] [Verse 2: Charlie Clips] Harlem from [?] [?] money made Niggas pretty boys, this ain't Diddy marketing Mase Mama here [?] starving for a taste How you down [?] like I'm his father in his face Push around, my writing [?] tower like Rapunsal My threads are golden, [?] when I put it down Got no time for lines that's going down You can go back as many times as you like, golden caralle [?] you guys falling You condisending, like telling Fetty Wap to keep an eye on him That's why we can't rhyme for them on [?] They taking shots and our form Show me a baller, and I can show you support Last Christmas, my man went broke for his daughter [?] pray all you want Only pope that ever helped us was in coke, not water Testing testing [?] body stretcher [?] [Verse 3 ?] From the same block where Pac let it spray in the building My dream cars the drop, [?] on the cieling Fuck a hook, you fishing, time to bring what's real in A piece of you a square like [?] See the clip, let it hang out You should kick it [?] [?] I lose control like I got Missy with me Don't know what she spitting, like I got Iggy with me But I will [?], don't get jiggy with me Harlem knew how to [?] spit a rhyme When niggas use sheets with a window blind Where a nigga trap was the enterprise Deredos and honey buns when it's dinner time Yeah salty and wounded, try sugar hill It's like we tresspassing, we in the building Niggas is too fake, they need some filling Dennis the Mennis, I go [?] From Harlem how we give it up I know my slogen, shut the fuck up [Verse 4 ?] [?] [?] shades on [?] like Avon Say my name, I pop up like State Farm With a can and a hoodie like Trayvon I'm balling on these stupid motherfuckers Put the car in park, and it cause a lot of ruckous Wait Ruckous Park, get it? The king home I ball on your queen, she get the king gone Only Harlem niggas get that You don't understand I slang, well nigga sit back Wanna work out and drink a beer? I can fix that And put a Colt 45 on your 6 pack Till I got the hash it was [?] Strip baken from whipping [?] like dirty kitchens And I even supplied halfe the stash With coke and weed, call it a half and half Eh Slay, I had to show them I'm a problem What's the best burro in the world? Harlem [Verse 5: Neno Man] Young Harlem nigga from the west side Never flew a kite, but know how to make a tech fly See a bitch in the park, I'm [?] slide Hope you got the picture, but make sure you get my best side Neno Man, I'm that nigga fuck what you cats think I been putting shows on Lenox before black ink When my joint got a problem, I just ignore the bitch She just mad at what she [?], I went and bought [?] That's my shorty, no lie, I wouldn't call it quits Good girl that get turned on when I call her bitch I get mines now, [?] grind later Me and [?] was balling in the jects, no mind player They see me eating in [?] with racks But Imma still get a baken egg and cheese from [?] And serve a feend right now if they need some [?] [?] just bring it back They think I [?] myself, cause I won't leave the trap Just keep me away from two things, [?] and rats [Verse 6: Macgruff] What's up yo? Still in the hood doing my one two Place where these fake rappers scared to come through No body guards round me, but a bunch of guns though Whole bunch of shooters on the run from [?] This the jngle, only the strong survive The week can't [?] streets of concreet I want the lion's share, and if I am there, [?] Shit get ugly, couple niggas gon be lieing there Niggas be sweeter than ice cream, with tight jeans Talking bout they thuggin, and they sucking dick They on some other shit Stay over there Homie we don't play that shit over here Fuck nigga Yeah now it's the nigga who the feends and the feds love It's the one haters wanna see in handcuffs It's your man Gruff, Harlem stand up Always kept that [?] tucked, case a nigga [?]