Spunk Bigga - Harlem Kidz Get Biz lyrics

Production by Spunk Bigga [McGruff] I'm from the east coast, I don't care, snatch police coats Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost Walk wit notes, plus I'm known for puttin forks in throats Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks No joke, the burner, that'll total leave you unwoke Heartless, body n***as, roll a blunt or smoke Spaced out loke, sherm head, my eyes turn red One time I came in off my high, eleven guys was dead Hold my own, from my Harlem home to Rikers Up state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackers They got the average black man labeled as a savage Before that cabbage, he turn to pick a bad habit [Hook 2X] Word to miz, no frontin Harlem Kidz get biz Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is [McGruff] Let me tell ya, how I live, I put paraphernalia Wait, Herb McGruff ain't got vowels to show ya Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinkin Gettin money out my a**, who think my cream sinkin Heroine don, yeah, private jet airborne Me and my n***as countin figgas wit that fresh gear on Sip Crystal, skip the Mo', don't like Fidel Castro Sportin diamond rings, like Don King wit that wild afro It's time no, knowhatimean? Harlem bout to blow No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough Where I'm from son, snitches be dialin 911 But those the one you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums [Hook 2X] [McGruff] Aiyo, my town's real, it ain't no fairy tale here Homicide Harlem, blaow, what's the problem? We rob 'em, take all the j**els and the lucci Cowards that grave, hit the fools wit the uzi I lived this, handle all my business, leave no witness God bless the guy who test the fine dress To die F to BS, rock the co*k this lex GS Gruff be hittin virg, the skin, couldn't be s** the stretch Hold my own, I'm own as the black Al Capone Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome On 139 and Lennox is where you will find this menace Puffin la, sippin Harvey's Bristol, wine and Guinness [Hook 4X]