| Cause we the boss type knicks game court side
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| Big chain sporty ride
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| G4 the lord of skies (flyin)
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| And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up)
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| Then pay homage to the board that lies
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| So many niggas on my corner died
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| A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you)
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| And nevermind that
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| My cash better find that (bring my cash)
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| We do the mask work
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| Kick doors cash search (I know you here me)
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| Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly)
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| You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (fuck your kid)
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| Cause it’s a cold world, (Yup) after world
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| Emblem on the car it’s no horn on the Capricorn
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| Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this shit is gettin funny to meeee
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| Jump nigga think you a frog and I’mma hit you with one in your knee
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| We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads
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| Got the bitches sayin oh my darling
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| We fucks with the stars, it’s us against y’all
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| Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem
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| A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin)
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| Trained to fight like Cus D’Amato
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| I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's)
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| Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin)
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| Who gives a fuck is the motto (fuck em)
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| The new sneakers, blackberry’s new beepers (text mail)
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| And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops)
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| It’s summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot)
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| It’s four inches for my shoe divas (Chris)
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| You gon get it cause my crew G’d up
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| We take chances, (yup] flip label advances (get it)
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| 3 day stays at atlantis (ballin)
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| Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang)
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| A 1000 deaths to the cowards (fuck em)
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| You let him die no flowers (fuck 'em twice)
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| I use to drive 4 hours, (right)
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| Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it)
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| You chumps want the power
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| But when it rain man you can’t duck the showers (Nope)
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| It’s Byrd gang and you don’t wanna fuck with ours (let's do it)
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| I got no manners, (kiss ass) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics)
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| Where we livin at the cops can’t stand us (fuck squally)
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| And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded)
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| And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business)
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| Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me)
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| I’m talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork)
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| If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at)
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| We need to sit & talk (2:12 with him) before it go further
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| Mo money mo murder (???)
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| And we will pop at you
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| And whoever you got with you (blatttt)
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| My muslim niggas too hard (hustle hard)
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| Cop jewels new cars (stafalah)
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| Take guns to jumar
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| Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)??
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| Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah)
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| It’s war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep nigga)
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| You out your weight class, we’ll eat you like Drake fast (eat you up)
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| The credits all good motherfucker but I’m straight cash (Ballin)
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| And I’m oh so Harlem
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| 15th bang bang you don’t want no problems (Eastside) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Harlem, artist - Max B. Album song Library of a Legend, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп