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    Harlem Kidz Get Biz

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    3:02
    3.99 MB
    192 kbps
    21

    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [McGruff]

    Im from the east coast, I dont care, snatch police coats

    Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost

    Walk wit notes, plus Im known for puttin forks in throats

    Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks

    No joke, the burner, thatll total leave you unwoke

    Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt or smoke

    Spaced out loke, sherm head, my eyes turn red

    One time I came in off my high level, and 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

    Before that cabbage, he turn to pick a bad habit



    [Chorus x2]

    Word to miz, my frontin Harlem Kidz get biz

    Ready to set it, and we dont really care you is



    [McGruff]

    Let me tell ya, how I live, I put paraphernalia

    Wait, Herb McGruff aint got vowels to show ya

    Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinkin

    Gettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkin

    Heroine don, yeah, private jet airborne

    Me and my niggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear on

    Sip Crystal, skip the Mo, dont like Fidel Castro

    Sportin diamond rings, like Don King wit that wild afro

    Its time no, knowhatimean? Harlem bout to blow

    No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough

    Where Im from son, snitches be dialin 911

    But those the one you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums



    [Chorus x2]



    [McGruff]

    Aiyo, my towns real, it aint no fairy tale here

    Homicide Harlem, blaow, whats the problem?

    We rob em, take all the jewels and the lucci

    Cowards that grave, hit the fools wit the uzi

    I lived this, handle all my business, leave no witness

    God bless the guy who test the fine dress

    To die F to BS, rock the cock this leg GS

    Gruff be hittin virg, the skin, couldnt be sex the stretch

    Hold my own, Im own as the black Al Capone

    Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome

    I want three nine, and Linic is where you will find this menace

    Puffin la, sippin Harveys Bristol, wine and Guinness



    [Chorus x4]
    [ Harlem Kidz Get Biz Lyrics ]


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