HARLEM SHAKING* lyrics

*Lyrics from unreleased full snippet*

[Intro]
MC, make another hit
Project- project X
Project- project X (AyyoLu-)
Project- project X

[Pre-Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
Ay, ay
Like I really hate opps
Broad day, we gon' spin through the 8 block
Bark from the AR too, he caught a K shot
And since we on that topic, still smokin' on Faceshot
Uh, b*tch I be posted with a .9
I cannot run 'cause my bro like to chase opps
I don' got booked with the .40, I hate mine
But I made n*ggas put Law & Order to K Shine

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
Walk down, gun sing on his block like
I don' seen sh*t that these n*ggas ain't seen
Therapy, all my pain on a beat
I lost bro that sh*t turned me a beast
Likе hold on
I shoot movies on blocks like KJ
Down the stеps I was flickin' with AJ
In the Bronx, I was flickin' with JJ
See a Jet, I start yellin' out "Melee"
[Verse 1: DudeyLo & BBG Steppaa]
Wait, who shot him?
Wait, still nobody knows
Fresh with the drill, could've bought all the clothes
Rule number 1: Gotta make it back home
n*ggas be bogus, if you notice
We got Harlem, we shakin' the towns
How many n*ggas we put in the ground?
Shh tried to run and got hit with the--
We X 'em out, no MCVertt
We gave all them the belt and it hurt
Run 'em down, I'ma get to 'em first
Nugget head, he got hit up the worst
n*ggas pus*y, I know the real in them
This heater blow, it's goin' up and it's killin' 'em
My heart shapin' so, ahh I be feelin' it
And the sounds of the streets, we was healin' it
(Like)

[Verse 2: BBG Steppaa]
TG got hit in the store, he ain't make it
Do a drill, Nike ski and some Asiks
Hit the A, n*gga back to the basics
Face got faced, roll him up, I'm impatient
We in Newark City, rollin' with Ace T
When my brodie shoot, no he don't gotta say sh*t
We be cookin' these n*ggas like bacon
When you jump out that ride, put your mask on, Jason
Any block, we could take us a trip
Brodie drive while I bang out the whip
I'ma throw nine, brodie gon' throw six
If the D's tryna opp, then we breakin' a miss
G45, it be breakin' a wrist
Tryna slide, then we bakin' the whip
n*ggas hidin' they fake as a b*tch
And lil Dudey have 'za, I be fakin' a hit
[Verse 3: BLOODIE & DudeyLo]
And your bro died and he can't come back
Not gon' lie, that sh*t wack
Word to bro, man that sh*t get me mad
I get to Makkin' in the back of the back
I hit the block, no dates and I trap
Car, tires, stuffed with the packs
Word to bro, bruh this 'life' sh*t wack
Mans grandma, was servin' her crack
(Grrah grrah)
If he try to reverse the car, hear a boom
He popped off then he gettin' them too
I love ho's but I don't got a boo
Ain't cuffin' no thots, boy these b*tches be used
Cuffin' this b*tch? These b*tches be bops
She gon' die tryna be a lil line
Opp thot, she can't come to my block
Get f*cked in the staircase, one at a time (Walk down)

[Chorus: DudeyLo & BLOODIE]
Walk down, gun sing on his block like
I don' seen sh*t that these n*ggas ain't seen
Therapy, all my pain on a beat
I lost bro that sh*t turned me a beast
Like hold on
I shoot movies on blocks like KJ
Down the steps I was flickin' with AJ
In the Bronx, I was flickin' with JJ
See a Jet, I start yellin' out "Melee" (Time)