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Jim Jones
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So Harlem [Explicit]
Lyricist:Joseph Guillermo Jones, Andre Parker, Charles Wingate
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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