[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bigga, Brown
[00:00.01]
[00:00.78]Yeah, uh
[00:03.85]Yeah, real east coast n1ggas
[00:07.90]Cap peelers, NFL; Children of the Corn
[00:12.32]Right now it's on
[00:15.23]Yeah, umm
[00:16.60]I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch p0lice toast
[00:19.64]Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost
[00:22.51]Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats
[00:25.58]Armed robbery, strong-arm, **** fiend yolks
[00:28.58]No joke, the burner, that I tote'll leave you un-awoke
[00:31.38]Heartless, body n1ggas, roll a blunt of smoke
[00:34.25]Spaced out loke, sherm-head, my eyes turn red
[00:36.95]One time I came in off my high, eleven guys was dead
[00:39.86]Hold my own, from my Harlem home to Rikers
[00:42.71]Up state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackers
[00:45.86]They got the average black man labeled as a savage
[00:48.67]But for that cabbage, you tend to pick up bad habits
[00:51.41]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[00:54.15]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[00:57.12]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[01:00.04]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[01:02.98]Let me tell ya, how I live, I pump paraphernalia weight
[01:06.94]Herb McGruff ain't got vowels/vials to sell ya
[01:09.09]Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking
[01:11.70]Gettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkin?
[01:14.52]Her-on don, yeah, private jet airborne
[01:17.64]Me and my n1ggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear on
[01:20.13]Sip Crystal, skip the Mo', don't like Fidel Castro
[01:23.08]Sportin diamond rings, like Don King wit that wild afro
[01:26.06]It's time now, knowhatimean? Harlem bout to blow
[01:28.93]No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough
[01:31.88]Where I'm from son, snitches be dialin 911
[01:34.67]But those the ones you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums
[01:37.41]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[01:40.48]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[01:43.26]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[01:46.27]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[01:49.13]Aiyo, my town's real, it ain't no fairy tale here
[01:52.09]Homicide Harlem, blaow, what's the problem?
[01:55.20]We rob 'em, take all the jewels and the lucci
[01:58.01]Cowards act brave, hit the fools wit the uzi
[02:00.93]I've lived dis, handle all my business, leave no witness
[02:03.86]God bless the guy who testify; dress to die
[02:06.62]F to BS, 'bout to cop this Lex GS
[02:09.38]Gruff be hittin virgin skins, cause the sex be fresh
[02:12.18]Hold my own, I'm own as the black Al Capone
[02:15.08]Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome
[02:18.04]On 139 and Lennox is where you will find this menace
[02:20.94]Puffin lye, sippin Harvey's Bristol, wine and Guinness n1gga
[02:23.98]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[02:26.71]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[02:29.61]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[02:32.53]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[02:35.35]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[02:38.32]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
[02:41.07]Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
[02:44.04]Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is

作曲 : Bigga, Brown
Yeah, uh
Yeah, real east coast n1ggas
Cap peelers, NFL; Children of the Corn
Right now it's on
Yeah, umm
I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch p0lice toast
Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost
Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats
Armed robbery, strong-arm, **** fiend yolks
No joke, the burner, that I tote'll leave you un-awoke
Heartless, body n1ggas, roll a blunt of smoke
Spaced out loke, sherm-head, my eyes turn red
One time I came in off my high, eleven guys was dead
Hold my own, from my Harlem home to Rikers
Up state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackers
They got the average black man labeled as a savage
But for that cabbage, you tend to pick up bad habits
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Let me tell ya, how I live, I pump paraphernalia weight
Herb McGruff ain't got vowels/vials to sell ya
Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking
Gettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkin?
Her-on don, yeah, private jet airborne
Me and my n1ggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear on
Sip Crystal, skip the Mo', don't like Fidel Castro
Sportin diamond rings, like Don King wit that wild afro
It's time now, knowhatimean? Harlem bout to blow
No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough
Where I'm from son, snitches be dialin 911
But those the ones you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Aiyo, my town's real, it ain't no fairy tale here
Homicide Harlem, blaow, what's the problem?
We rob 'em, take all the jewels and the lucci
Cowards act brave, hit the fools wit the uzi
I've lived dis, handle all my business, leave no witness
God bless the guy who testify; dress to die
F to BS, 'bout to cop this Lex GS
Gruff be hittin virgin skins, cause the sex be fresh
Hold my own, I'm own as the black Al Capone
Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome
On 139 and Lennox is where you will find this menace
Puffin lye, sippin Harvey's Bristol, wine and Guinness n1gga
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is
Word to miz, no frontin, Harlem Kidz get biz
Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is