Harlem Kidz Get Biz

Yeah, real East Coast ****

Cap-peelers

NFL, Children of the Corn

Right now, it’s on

Yeah! Uh!

I’m from the East Coast. I don’t care, snatch police toast

Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost

Walk With notes, plus I’m known for putting forks in throats

Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks

No joke, the burner that I tote’ll leave you un-awoke

Heartless, body ****, roll a blunt of smoke, spaced-

-out loc, sherm-head, my eyes turn red. One time

I came out off my high, eleven guys was dead. Hold

My own from my Harlem home to Rikers, upstate

And downstate with them hillbilly crackers

They got the average black man labeled as a savage

But for that cabbage, you tend to pick up bad habits

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Let me

Tell ya how I live: I pump paraphernalia

Weight. Herb McGruff ain’t got vals to sell ya

Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking, getting

Money out my ass—who think my cream sinking? Her-

-oine don, yeah, private jet airborne. Me and

My **** counting figures with that fresh gear on, sip

Crystal, skip the Mo’, don’t like Fidel Castro, sporting

Diamond rings like Don King with that wild afro. It’s

Time now, nah’mean? Harlem ‘bout to blow

Don’t fake jacks, get the green, go all-out for dough. Where I’m

From, son, snitches be dialing 911

But those the ones you find in the alley filled with 9 dum-dums

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Ayyo

My town’s real, it ain’t no fairy tale here

Homicide Harlem—blao! What’s the problem?

We rob ‘em, take all the jewels and the lucci

Cowards act brave, hit the fools with the Uzi

I live this, handle all my business, leave no witness

God bless the guy who testify dressed to die. F

The BS. ‘Bout to cop this Lex GS. Gruff be

Hitting virgin skins ‘cause the sex be fresh. Hold

My own, I’m own as the black Al Capone

Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome. On 139

And Lennox is where you will find this menace puffing lye

Sipping Harveys Bristol, wine, and Guinness, ****

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz

Ready to set it, and we don’t really care who you is