Mcgruff - Harlem Kidz Get Biz Lyrics
[mcgruff]Im from the east coast, I dont care, snatch police coatsLeave the beast roast, gruff disturb the peace in me, ghostWalk wit notes, plus Im known for puttin forks in throatsArmed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolksNo joke, the burner, thatll total leave you unwokeHeartless, body niggas, roll a blunt or smokeSpaced out loke, sherm head, my eyes turn redOne time I came in off my high level, and guys was deadHold my own, from my harlem home to rikersUp state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackersThey got the average black man labeled as a savageBefore that cabbage, he turn to pick a bad habit[chorus 2x]Word to miz, my frontin harlem kidz get bizReady to set it, and we dont really care you is[mcgruff]Let me tell ya, how I live, I put paraphernaliaWait, herb mcgruff aint got vowels to show yaKingpin stay sharp, supreme thinkinGettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkinHeroine don, yeah, private jet airborneMe and my niggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear onSip crystal, skip the mo, dont like fidel castroSportin diamond rings, like don king wit that wild afroIts time no, knowhatimean? harlem bout to blowNo fake jacks, get the green, go all out for doughWhere Im from son, snitches be dialin 911But those the one you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums[chorus 2x][mcgruff]Aiyo, my towns real, it aint no fairy tale hereHomicide harlem, blaow, whats the problem?We rob em, take all the jewels and the lucciCowards that grave, hit the fools wit the uziI lived this, handle all my business, leave no witnessGod bless the guy who test the fine dressTo die f to bs, rock the ***** this leg gsGruff be hittin virg, the skin, couldnt be sex the stretchHold my own, Im own as the black al caponeDangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your domeI want three nine, and linic is where you will find this menacePuffin la, sippin harveys bristol, wine and guinness[chorus 4x]
