Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now All my soldiers behind the G Wall Inhale, exhale
When I'm dippin' on the grind I get my money quick But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip She be wit me 'cause she ain't like all them other chicks
G's up, nigga, ho's down If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown Runnin' the streets, totin' the four pound If you ain't know we was them niggas Then nigga
what about the east side El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride Washington Heights dime lo tato you know Todo bien tato capo, uh oh I wish Harlem
I'm in love with a thug I'm in love, yeah, with a gangster, yeah Hey, now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones
them big checks Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow Thought he posed ta go Thought he posed ta blow It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set Nigga it's Jim Jones
Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want me dead but I'm still flossin' I rock my jewelry through
J.I.M.M.Y. Capo, what's my motherfuckin' name? Eastside, say what, what's my motherfuckin' name? DipSet, Byrd Gang Catch that boy Capo Cruisin' up 8
me Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Man, get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies Harlem, across the 1 1 0 (Harlem, thou-hundred)
wear a mean dark pair of shades Aint you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent , you dig Chrous (Jim Jones) We fly high, No Lie ,You know this
the thing near ya ear, let it bang near ya ear Fivic grand crew haters linger in the air Clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer Last week hit anger in the rear Jim
this sizzurp I'll show you how to make a Sprite remix Dipset, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jha Jha, Paul Wall They call me Diddy, Harlem, stand up Dirty South
They say rap music is subliminal But the music for us is like our own diary Something like a confession They tell me life is a bitch She's something
coming down cause now he's nervous smokin' bogeys And now he findin' out that fuckin' murder was his co-D And this the shit that happens all too often up in Harlem
Uh huh, dipset bitch Yeah, you know Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Niggaz, come along, would you ride wit' me? Bitches, come along, would you ride wit' me? People
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
American Gangster is what i want to be. the song goes thru my ears,but it's to loud. my feather used to be a gangster in his band. he was a mexaen then
money (Yup) And all different types (What?) The yens and the pounds (Pounds) Nigga just for spite push, the Bentley 'round town (Sparrows) Triping in ice I still be up town (Harlem
