Up In Harlem (ft. Jim Jones)

Up In Harlem
(Intro)
Jim Jones: what?
Yeah that was me
Shit.. That's my gang
Now we balling on you niggas
Harlem stand up
Different strokes ni***
Rags to riches on you niggas
What you say sucka?
You know where we from ni***?
We from that Harlem place man
This where all the swag come from

Dope lines, fiends sniffing coke lines
Crack sales, trying to avoid a packed jail
A major hustle, knowing that the jakes'll cuff you
Life's a bitch, and ain't no way to make her love you
Abandoned buildings, shoot-ups and the random killings
If you hoop, well you might got a break
I was enticed by the coupes, loving them
All night on the stoop, you see my life is like a race?
Fucked up ain't it? yeah i had a big willy dream
Tying to get a mill moving krill's to the fiends
In front the building you can hear the sireens
Getting warm in the lobby chilly chilly, nah mean?
But i got caught up in my tracks, i got caught up on the trap
Well i'm back motherfuc*** in something sporty and black
I did two shows and i bought it off racks.. cocksucker..

This for my little niggas, that ride for the ends
To my niggas that getting money driving a benz
I was live on the streets, i'd die for my men
If get started from the beginning i'm riding again
I be always in the hood sending bitches to heaven
If you come to Harlem you can find me on
I don't just play on the airs i live on the
Kill a ni*** over my money but never a bitch
I double back, see
We double plaq, [??] chinchilla in the jeep
It's Byrdgang, Biggaveli baby we the street's
You a little indian boy, baby we the chiefs
My momma gave me the grief had her getting high
Welfare first of the month barely getting by
Pot of milk, sugar & water rarely getting by
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