Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Harlem , by - TJ Porter. Release date: 27.06.2019
Song language: English
Harlem |
| Hah, nigga, I’m from Harlem |
| It’s Porter |
| I’m from Harlem, so the H just stands for the straight hustlers |
| It’s a jungle, all gorillas, them killers and gun busters |
| I be ridin' 'round frontin' like Porter on Wilie Burgers |
| Y’all been fuckin' with them niggas nobody ain’t never heard of |
| TJ Porter, Harlem’s finest, I’m bringin' the ol' back |
| Any drug up in Harlem, my niggas just sold that |
| And I make this town lit, my nigga, that’s cold facts |
| In the city, anywhere, everybody know that |
| Spin the block now, when we pullin' up, the top down |
| Yeah, it’s hot now, well, I’m hiding in my sock now |
| Workin' all year, now they sayin' I’ma pop now |
| Harlem on lock, I feel like I’m on top now, what? |
| Jumpin' out the whip with the mink, and I’m straight frontin' |
| If you talk that talk then my niggas are straight dumpin' |
| If I make that call then my niggas is all coming |
| Coming through your block, y’all niggas is off runnin' |
| Let’s talk about Harlem, 55th |
| Pee-Wee Kirk put up 50 and took a trip |
| Hot 6th, 42nd to 45th |
| And Big L, 40 wolves in this shit |
| Don’t forget about Damon, Biggs, and the best out |
| All them other niggas hatin', I bet they felt left out |
| 3 6, that’s the land they cookin' up in the pan |
| And they cool, what the hell? |
| Cases jumpin' on the van |
| We a force with it, now we all at the Kingdom |
| Shots fired, ringin' off, now we all headed home |
| 12 had bang bang, shit was posted up, he had to comb |
| Cam had the pink Range, Dipset was in the zone |
| Now let’s take it to the east side, nigga, let’s talk the facts |
| Man, they cookouts in they cave, man, they put them on the map |
| Now it’s my block, where you’d see Bob Lemon |
| Everybody, Kenny Hutch ballin' out with yo hammock |
| Middle East niggas, off-shore, just call and let me at 'em |
| With the boys, 3 A.M., then I will be back again |
| Now it’s Piff Unit, know you remember the smiley faces |
| 19 summer games, y’all know that them shits was crazy |
| Now we on Johnson with it, RIP Lee and John Doe |
| Tire wire on a bike, yeah, you know how it go |
| Now we walkin' past the border, headed down to 1st side |
| RIP Woozy Woo, he was screamin' «Ride out» |
| Now it’s time to take it over, I’m pullin' up in the Maybach |
| Young boss niggas, they’re askin' me where the change at |
| Pull it out my pocket, I bet them niggas won’t take that |
| Bands on me, young nigga, big dog, take that |