So Harlem
I'm so Harlem east side factos
10th street in my projects in the back though
Packing a Mack in the stairway to hell
You from New York but I'm a Harlem well
Chop cheese and cops d's to be exact
Grass low so I can the ops
Move slow don't get to close
This niggaz is to sweet they running off glucose
Who want smoke u can get left swimming In central
Face identified but discovered by dentals
Mount Sinai home of the gun shot wound
Grimy niggaz ya life look like food
To be honest u got problems we a solve it
Weapons whistle when they speak to ya garment
I just paint the picture see the vision from a artist
I leave em laying lifeless laying dead like a caucus
You in a ball pit with sharks we in arms length
I'm on mad Ave with Hak
Crack crills in the sock dodging the narcs
Made sales behind 80 right there on park
Lex Ave for the train ride 3rd ave where u spend cake
Come across my board walk
That a be ya park place
I got a long mower u on the wrong corner
Cuz of All ya Wrong move now u need a strong doner
Harlem el barrio one shout Par mi gente
Than it's adios
Mira mi cara no ta jugando mi dinero
Is all that I know
Rucker n Apollo places I go
Backspace any hate like a typo
Ny till I die but it's always H dubb
No matter where I go i get love
Nigga I'm so Harlem
I spark the shit they won't start it
Burring niggas no garden
Examine the body post Mortem beg ya pardon
Just copped a L from Jose store
I'm in the hood getting money I want more
Propaganda in ya face they want war
Bodied my competition I'm on the beach eating quinoa
Hoping my fam come home off a 13
My hands all dirty but my shirt clean
Over the LNO is the sherling
Killer flow every bar I be murking
Getting money my first career was cooking
Hop scotch trynna avoid central bookings
Got niggas in ya circle trynna see u off
Trynna take my life I ain't even get a call
Taft Jefferson Clinton my back door
I'm so harlem what more could u ask 4
Hustlng on the corner since a lost cause
Hate to give you props love to see ya downfall
I'm so Harlem I got beef I give one nigga call it's a problem
I'm so Harlem have a hundred Spanish niggas coming at ya koofi what's Marter
I got movers uptown shakers down south
It dead end if I wanna go route
Get money in jets I ain't neva see no house
Remember the stash in he sofa I don't need. No couch
Hatred and envy I don't feel a ounce
Draped in sauce u prolly can't even pronounce
KopyKu off em like affi do
Harlem nigga they check in when u stopping thru
10th street in my projects in the back though
Packing a Mack in the stairway to hell
You from New York but I'm a Harlem well
Chop cheese and cops d's to be exact
Grass low so I can the ops
Move slow don't get to close
This niggaz is to sweet they running off glucose
Who want smoke u can get left swimming In central
Face identified but discovered by dentals
Mount Sinai home of the gun shot wound
Grimy niggaz ya life look like food
To be honest u got problems we a solve it
Weapons whistle when they speak to ya garment
I just paint the picture see the vision from a artist
I leave em laying lifeless laying dead like a caucus
You in a ball pit with sharks we in arms length
I'm on mad Ave with Hak
Crack crills in the sock dodging the narcs
Made sales behind 80 right there on park
Lex Ave for the train ride 3rd ave where u spend cake
Come across my board walk
That a be ya park place
I got a long mower u on the wrong corner
Cuz of All ya Wrong move now u need a strong doner
Harlem el barrio one shout Par mi gente
Than it's adios
Mira mi cara no ta jugando mi dinero
Is all that I know
Rucker n Apollo places I go
Backspace any hate like a typo
Ny till I die but it's always H dubb
No matter where I go i get love
Nigga I'm so Harlem
I spark the shit they won't start it
Burring niggas no garden
Examine the body post Mortem beg ya pardon
Just copped a L from Jose store
I'm in the hood getting money I want more
Propaganda in ya face they want war
Bodied my competition I'm on the beach eating quinoa
Hoping my fam come home off a 13
My hands all dirty but my shirt clean
Over the LNO is the sherling
Killer flow every bar I be murking
Getting money my first career was cooking
Hop scotch trynna avoid central bookings
Got niggas in ya circle trynna see u off
Trynna take my life I ain't even get a call
Taft Jefferson Clinton my back door
I'm so harlem what more could u ask 4
Hustlng on the corner since a lost cause
Hate to give you props love to see ya downfall
I'm so Harlem I got beef I give one nigga call it's a problem
I'm so Harlem have a hundred Spanish niggas coming at ya koofi what's Marter
I got movers uptown shakers down south
It dead end if I wanna go route
Get money in jets I ain't neva see no house
Remember the stash in he sofa I don't need. No couch
Hatred and envy I don't feel a ounce
Draped in sauce u prolly can't even pronounce
KopyKu off em like affi do
Harlem nigga they check in when u stopping thru
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Writer(s): Michael Morales
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