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harlem spartans - call it (old version) lyrics

[intro]
who’s ready for war
step and explore
i’m 300 and more
ready for war
i’m 300 and more look
so who’s ready for war
dora or the drench while we step and explore
who’s ready for war
i’m 300 and more
step and explore
so who’s ready for war

[hook x2]
i don’t think i should call this beef
i don’t even think i should call them opps
bro just showed me the long one i don’t even know what to call it (oh gosh)
peng ones skin tone different i don’t even know what to call her (gold and peng)
bro just draw me the mad ting i don’t even know to call it

[verse 1]
n-gg-s just run like sh-ggy
if he didn’t roll would’ve put him in a baggy
interview room my bali, saved man
i don’t know nuttin ’bout spartans
you call yourselves dogs, surname doo
they do the legs like scooby
i don’t rain in stores when we dress like panther
step in your hood-hood santers
2 splashers, swords and wappers
i’m in harlem chilling with trappers
mis mash just throw them drugs, aydee, ot for months
you bang, we bang, you run
school days took train with gloves
backpack fully load with stuff
4 door, tell the driver tg pull up
the nine ain’t good up, the opps ain’t cook up
demons in the black mobile
grim reaper, who do you want? (which one)
move to boy say “bro” i’m like fam where do you know me from?
look, i can be a sinner right now and tell mad max i don’t know these yutes
how we move to and splash them yutes
still, mis mash the same tracksuit
tell me like “buy guns”, we buy guns too
f-ck dat, imma scratch these yutes
step round with my hood on my back
so man kenny bop when we do it
m told me to do it, he blew
he creeped up and threw it on his shank
i used fist to abuse him like that
jumped on train, i linked with the goons
mizormac and tg to
my cousin stepping up to
free up loski loose and dem to
before i knew dat boy was my blood
up in lane, we said we was blood
fam we mash work in this h-ll
it’s always free the mandem in jail

[hook]
i don’t think i should call this beef
i don’t even think i should call them opps
bro just showed me the long one i don’t even know what to call it (oh gosh)
peng ones skin tone different i don’t even know what to call her (gold and peng)
bro just draw me the mad ting i don’t even know to call it

[verse 2]
i dunno even what dey on
k on the k, there fried
i dunno even where dey gone
on their block they hide
dey already know what we on
bro spartans, 2 bikes
we were tryna rave dat day
cut tru opp block
they pray that we don’t come their way
2 whips with the driver stay
pull up skrr, things go cray
it’s qway-qway in your bae
spartans fish man and you pray
look joles and joints in this whip
and der daemons up in this sh-t
spartans vent to your block, whats good?
whats good? who’s bad? who’s on?
whats all the talking drama bis ain’t on?
action lav, its on
every one rap
n-gg-s just talking fict’s tryna fact
i dunno ’bout dem man know mizormac
i know the guys and we step on tw-ts
rats, c-ckroaches and women
and catcrow corn insane
latts know friends like crylans
phineas short, we villains
bro tryna bore in a minute, minute, minute
always i got my bali
but, sometimes i’m like f-ck bali
cah, long time i ain’t seen savyy
and long time i ain’t seen smarkz
f-ck it, long time i ain’t seen scratch, hattz, ct, y and more
i’m 300 and more
look, so who’s ready for war
fam dora or drench while we step and explore
long time i ain’t seen scratch, hattz, ct, y and more
i’m 300 and more

[hook] x2
i don’t think i should call this beef
i don’t even think i should call them opps
bro just showed me the long one i don’t even know what to call it (oh gosh)
peng ones skin tone different i don’t even know what to call her (gold and peng)
bro just draw me the mad ting i don’t even know to call it

- harlem spartans lyrics

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