Posta Boy - Jura**ic Harlem lyrics

[ Shaheed the Poster Boy ] Poster Boy.. Yeah Harlem World.. I'm here baby! First avail, this ones for the block.. I'm just sitting in the coupe bumping Jay to the Izzo Going up to Branson and I'm trying to get the drizzo, you know Straight out the gates, twenty for the shizzle Drop a hundred G's and take her for the klizzo I'm wild like them Inmates sitting on d**h rizzo And see the same dude from Freestyle Friday for shizzo Negro, 20's on my bicycle I'm the second coming, co*k-s**er I'm official Sixteen's is hot, from the mouth or the pistol Keep the silencer from my gun so it whistles Holla at ya boy if you want your song tighter I'm the best new artist, and the best songwriter Don't care if you ghetto or sophisticated From the east to the West, I'm anticipated Play your part before the nine come out n***as is cool, they be nice, around the time Shyne come out I was a regular n***a, before I bounced to stardom I'm the reason all the tourists, bounce to Harlem So it got to be Poster, live la vida loca Money, hoes, cars, chocha Ma sees the five and she run right to it All she gets is hard dick, and some white fluid BET put me out for real The first n***a who ripped the basement, without a deal Let's Go!!! [ Hook ] Yeah.. I'm gon' change the menu on this one You know, turning things Put it in fifth gear, so everybody listening, to ride with me My name is Poster! Poster! I'm a rider Similar to Destiny's Child I'm a survivor Jump in the five troy, the designated driver (Rollin!!) Sticky icky, an easy wider Still on the block making a stack Ten hollows in the nine, keep 8 the mack And you know I ain't taking a gat If the cops pull us over, the chauffer is taking the wrap We gangster! n***a I don't run to the south My 16's move the crowd, from the gun to the mouth Poster, see money from diesel Can't sit on the rims, unless they over 21 and legal I'm the same n***a 106 & Park retired Smack the world with more hits than Mark McGwire How you think I stay fly? In them different va**es? When I copped 5 Benzes, all different cla**es Shaheed play hoes like, music chairs Only if they s** dick and swallow pubic hairs So, get it right before you get it wrong It's too bad me and haters don't get along Already three albums done I'm a change the game and go three, off of volume one I don't know how the public will feel I ain't even signed yet, about to close up a publishing deal