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dj kay slay - harlem is the world lyrics

[verse 1: dave east]
cielings with chandeliers, the man in here
a couple grams with [?], they make your sandwich there
poppy keep the front door locked, he see the dope past
fronting when they up with that paper, n+ggas be broke fast
more problems, that’s just the result of more cash
they ain’t find no money, they rob the coke stash
we moving in the block, know what i spoke real
planning to get out if i’m locked up, like michael scofield
that’s prison break, couple birdies on the interstate
bagging powder up on a dinner plate, kept a winner face
n+ggas looking like losers, neno tooter
tought myself to shoot with a ruger, and work computers
now i can book vacations, i need an ocean view
you already know i’m that n+gga before i spoke to you
[?]
dippin in the stash box, lawyer money was overdo
kay slay the only dj really rep the streets
before y’all heard of dave east, i let my record speak
the sh+t that i’m cooking ain’t got no recipe
[?] won’t get the best of me
walk around with my stripes, feel like a referee
k!lling n+ggas i’m nice, [?]

[verse 2: charlie clips]
harlem from [?]
[?] money made
n+ggas pretty boys, this ain’t diddy marketing mase
mama here [?] starving for a taste
how you down [?] like i’m his father in his face
push around, my writing [?] tower like rapunsal
my threads are golden, [?] when i put it down
got no time for lines that’s going down
you can go back as many times as you like, golden caralle
[?] you guys falling
you condisending, like telling fetty wap to keep an eye on him
that’s why we can’t rhyme for them on [?]
they taking shots and our form
show me a baller, and i can show you support
last christmas, my man went broke for his daughter
[?] pray all you want
only pope that ever helped us was in coke, not water
testing testing
[?] body stretcher
[?]
[verse 3 ?]
from the same block where pac let it spray in the building
my dream cars the drop, [?] on the cieling
f+ck a hook, you fishing, time to bring what’s real in
a piece of you a square like [?]
see the clip, let it hang out
you should kick it [?]
[?] i lose control like i got missy with me
don’t know what she spitting, like i got iggy with me
but i will [?], don’t get jiggy with me
harlem knew how to [?] spit a rhyme
when n+ggas use sheets with a window blind
where a n+gga trap was the enterprise
deredos and honey buns when it’s dinner time
yeah salty and wounded, try sugar hill
it’s like we tresspassing, we in the building
n+ggas is too fake, they need some filling
dennis the mennis, i go [?]
from harlem how we give it up
i know my slogen, shut the f+ck up

[verse 4 ?]
[?]
[?] shades on
[?] like avon
say my name, i pop up like state farm
with a can and a hoodie like trayvon
i’m balling on these stupid motherf+ckers
put the car in park, and it cause a lot of ruckous
wait ruckous park, get it?
the king home
i ball on your queen, she get the king gone
only harlem n+ggas get that
you don’t understand i slang, well n+gga sit back
wanna work out and drink a beer? i can fix that
and put a colt 45 on your 6 pack
till i got the hash it was [?]
strip baken from whipping [?] like dirty kitchens
and i even supplied halfe the stash
with coke and weed, call it a half and half
eh slay, i had to show them i’m a problem
what’s the best burro in the world? harlem
[verse 5: neno man]
young harlem n+gga from the west side
never flew a kite, but know how to make a tech fly
see a b+tch in the park, i’m [?] slide
hope you got the picture, but make sure you get my best side
neno man, i’m that n+gga f+ck what you cats think
i been putting shows on lenox before black ink
when my joint got a problem, i just ignore the b+tch
she just mad at what she [?], i went and bought [?]
that’s my shorty, no lie, i wouldn’t call it quits
good girl that get turned on when i call her b+tch
i get mines now, [?] grind later
me and [?] was balling in the jects, no mind player
they see me eating in [?] with racks
but imma still get a baken egg and cheese from [?]
and serve a feend right now if they need some [?]
[?] just bring it back
they think i [?] myself, cause i won’t leave the trap
just keep me away from two things, [?] and rats

[verse 6: macgruff]
what’s up yo? still in the hood doing my one two
place where these fake rappers scared to come through
no body guards round me, but a bunch of guns though
whole bunch of shooters on the run from [?]
this the jngle, only the strong survive
the week can’t [?] streets of concreet
i want the lion’s share, and if i am there, [?]
sh+t get ugly, couple n+ggas gon be lieing there
n+ggas be sweeter than ice cream, with tight jeans
talking bout they thuggin, and they sucking d+ck
they on some other sh+t
stay over there
homie we don’t play that sh+t over here
f+ck n+gga
yeah now it’s the n+gga who the feends and the feds love
it’s the one haters wanna see in handcuffs
it’s your man gruff, harlem stand up
always kept that [?] tucked, case a n+gga [?]

- dj kay slay lyrics

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