reign in harlem

come on man

that pressure

boy

this that 09 pressure

right

french?

this is harlem

the coke boys

grease!

you need a fix

homie

the goons goin get you right

when it come to bricks

you know i got the systom right

makin wrong turns

put you in the body bag

lotta nniggas waitin for they turn

but it probly pass

catty all black

money can't save you

when we put that 10 through your back

bad blood

only when the streets fuck with you

you goin be layin flat in your bathtub

masked up

i ain't the best lyricest

but that ain't my thang

no

homie

that ain't my lane

na

i do it for the hustlers

customs

niggas in the crack house

cuttin up

feds all rushin 'm

i did it all

didn't do it all alone

not a damb thing changed

we bang till it's over

homie

it's so cold

my wrist so frozen

7 60 l i

sittin on chroam shit

now agree with me

when i'm rollin through your hood

with the ak in the back

they say greasey

what's good?

and i never ever ever scream peace

still on the run from the motherfuckin police

city with the bright lights

homie

i shine

caught the beef

niggas drop a dime

now how many dimes can you drop

before them niggas wanna kill you?

therefore i roll with the squad

the murder game's not for you

niggas gonna blead

like the blood from the issue

i deal with your issues

i'm always gonna get you

the nigga need a tissue

the homies gonna rince you

take the back door

come hit you with the missiles

shootin all them bullits

on the east coast ridin

this the black coke dealer

me and the million dollar scribin

d price go up

the feends they be wilden

d boy from harlem

the d boy from harlem