Lyrics

[Intro] Uhhh Writer...Harlem.. Fuck with me...Thunder.. Uhh.. [Verse 1] Since I was a youngin I would get it in abundance Order in the lobby till they hit me with the Simons Wrip it for the gunnin and I'm stick up sower heartin I ain't tryin to hear nothing, they gonna give a nigga something Right around the time everybody had an office I ain't had an office, so I call the court case Motherfuck the court day, looking to the ball face You gonn see real, damn punch your cornflakes Talk kay, ya'll lay Getting to the G's, I was slingin' so much D That they kick us out to P's Real shit nigga I'm a different kind of breed Still sick, listen it's a lyrical disease, please Hey I used to keep em high to the point they see the sky That's before they sentenced me, seat me at the DFY *light work* Had my green, know I let them heaters rise I don't wanna have to turn the crime scene to CSI Writer.. [Bridge] Uhh... It's too easy for a nigga like me man Niggas couldn't walk in my shoes a day in their life Talk my shit cause these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin' anyway.. Harlem Light up [Verse 2] I remember beautifully, cutting wasn't new to me Had it to a hookie party, ducky from the true sea True-fully I ain't give a damn, damn of all the [?] me I'm going hand in hand like they grantin me immunity True indeed, musically I brutally abuse the beat You can see and due to G, I'm who you never used to be *never* Get in touch with crack And tell your mother that I used to kill niggas way before they ever was a smack Ask jay mills T Racks Charlie clips Wanna hit as hard as this, you gonn need a larger fist I'm a harlem goat, plus I'm far from broke All your lines washed up you should just call em bars of soap *haha* All they know I'm dope with mine I'll make your hoe rewind And put so much damn work in You think they're paying over time It's over climb they no sick it's the spit up Better do your history or you'll be history nigga Writer..