| You know that if you don’t know nothing else, nigga
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| I can’t wait for my block to get it together, man
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| (I'm straight, I’m straight, I’m straight)
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| Story so fucking crazy, man
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| Wish the big homies would come together, man
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| Tell their story, man
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| I’ll tell you a taste of what I know though
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| I, I-I had to beg the big homie Reg not to rob Steph Marbury (Never told you,
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| Steph)
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| This the same year that he got drafted
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| I said, «That's my man»
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| He say, «He got that Rollie on and that’s my shit
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| Tell him to leave or I’ma start snatching» (Crazy)
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| «You got it, OG, I don’t want no problems big or small» (None at all)
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| I knew they was wilding when niggas robbed Biggie Smalls
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| These niggas cray-cray, I got to get away-way
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| Until then, I’ma spray anything moving if it’s mayday (Facts)
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| Toughest in my hood, nah, but I am not for play-play (Nope)
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| On the East side, my niggas had hand grenades and AK’s (Tough mob)
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| Plus nobody love me more, more than my nigga AJ (True)
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| And be in Grand projects anytime I’m on vacay (What up, Deebo)
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| I still will get masked up with the MAC tucked
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| Yeah, I’m back up with no backup
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| This cap bust, it’s like getting hit by Mack trucks (Bow)
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| Slow money’s for show money, but Harlem 'bout that fast buck
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| Pre-gentrified, only white I seen was bagged up, truth
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| What’s up
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the color of the money
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| These new hundred dollar bills, huh
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| How that look
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| Jones
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| I’m on 7th Ave with my karats on (Right)
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| Double park with my hazards on (Wassup?)
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| On the block, God bless the dead when my nigga Light had had the bomb (RIP)
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| Word bond, forty dealt before school start (It's a fact, nigga)
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| In a school zone and the teacher talkin' 'bout school smarts
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| From the same hood as and Big Dave
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| Hoop dreams turn coupe dreams
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| And we sold crack where kids play (What else?)
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| Live on Lenox, fell dead in a vacant lot
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| His 16th at the trying to make salat (As-salamu alaykum)
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| I was 15th and I had work tryna make a lot
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| Cooked it up at a fiend’s house
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| All he wanted was to scrape the pot (True facts)
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| Rich nigga and I’m sittin' on crates still
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| Real, real nigga, got a bitch on 8th still
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| Oh, niggas know I’m Harlem, Shoota!
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| Pull up in that GT 63 S
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| (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
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| Motherfucking seats bleeding like a muh’fucka, yeah
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| I’m a, I’m a, I’m a 12 street delegate, profitin' off every play
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| Men y’all look up to is not who I celebrate (Nah, nah)
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| I was raised by killers that rose Hell and pissed on Heaven gates
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| I was taught by robbers that robbed the robbers, but that’s a separate case
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| In my present state, I’m getting money, I never press the brakes
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| Dude die, don’t tell me that shit 'bout he in a better place
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| Move forward and elevate in the spirit of players that used to score
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| I remind him of Hen Dog when he pulled up in that Coupe before (That's me)
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| I remind him of Al Fierce, I might shoot right through the door
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| You remind me of Larry, he talked, facin' a two to four
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| Get nasty when these plays are running
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| at you right through the war
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| Old Harlem, break the rules, then I don’t fuck with you no more
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| I’m straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World
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| I’m straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World
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| I’m straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World
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| I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, Har— |