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So Harlem

Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster

Live life vulgar, the FBI posters

The fast cars pack guns no holsters

We act dumb don't approach us

We hit the spot and stand on club sofas, so get the club owners

'Cause we the boss type Knicks game court side

Big chain sporty ride, G4 the lord of skies

And courts in session so you all could rise

Then pay homage to the board that lies so many niggaz

On my corner died, of marijuana how I mourn you guys

And never mind that my cash better find that

We do the mask work, kick doors cash search

Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at?

You make me wait the gat where your baby layin' at

'Cause it's a cold world, after world

Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money

And this shit is gettin' funny to me

Think you a frog

And I'ma hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads

Got the bitches sayin', “Oh my darling”

We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all

Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem

A desperado, rich like I struck the lotto

Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato

I paint the night in them custom models

Racin' in the street duckin' potholes

Who gives a fuck is the motto

The new sneakers, Blackberry's new beepers

And no tops on the 2 seaters, it's summertime

Give me Coupe fever, it's four inches for my shoe divas

You gon' get it 'cause my crew G'd up

We take chances, flip label advances

3 day stays at Atlantis, make way for the gangsters

A 1000 deaths to the cowards, you let him die no flowers

I used to drive 4 hours

Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder

You chumps want the power

But when it rain man you can't duck the showers

It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money

And this shit is gettin' funny to me

Think you a frog

And I'ma hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads

Got the bitches sayin', “Oh my darling”

We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all

Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem

I got no manners, ignorant with choppy grammar

Where we livin' at the cops can't stand us

And belligerent and packin' hammers

And my constituents a act bananas

'Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk

I'm talkin' beef not a bit of pork

If you a soldier go get your boss

We need to sit and talk

Before it go further

Mo money mo murder

And we will pop at you

And whoever you got with you

My Muslim niggaz too hard, cop jewels new cars

Take guns to Jumar, tryna avoid a new charge

Now I salaam to that and drop a bomb to that

It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs

You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast

The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash

Yeah, and I'm oh so Harlem

15th bang, bang, you don't want no problems

Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money

And this shit is gettin' funny to me

Think you a frog

And I'ma hit you with one in your knee

We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads

Got the bitches sayin', “Oh my darling”

We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all

Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem

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