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