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
Killing 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 di*k
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 [?]