Max B - So Harlem lyrics

[Jim Jones] Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster (Ferraris) Live life vulgar, the FBI posters (f** the feds) The fast cars pack guns no holsters (fully loaded) We act dumb don't approach us (watch yourself) We hit the spot & stand on club sofas (ballin) So get the club owners (where he at) Cause we the boss type knicks game court side Big chain sporty ride G4 the lord of skies (flyin) And courts in session so you all could rise (stand up) Then pay homage to the board that lies So many n***as on my corner died A marijuana how I mourn you guys (I mourn you) And nevermind that My cash better find that (bring my cash) We do the mask work Kick doors cash search (I know you here me) Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at (it get ugly) You make me wait the gat where your baby layin at (f** your kid) Cause it's a cold world, (Yup) after world Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn [Hook: Max B] Everybody talkin bout this byrd gang money & this sh** is gettin funny to meeee Jump n***a think you a frog and I'mma hit you with one in your knee We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads Got the b**hes sayin oh my darling We f**s with the stars, it's us against y'all Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem [Jim Jones] A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin) Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato I paint the night in them custom models (galotti's) Racin in the street duckin potholes (speedin) Who gives a f** is the motto (f** em) The new sneakers, blackberry's new beepers (text mail) And no tops on the 2 seaters (no tops) It's summertime give me Coupe fever (I'm hot) It's four inches for my shoe divas (Chris) You gon get it cause my crew G'd up We take chances, (yup] flip label advances (get it) 3 day stays at atlantis (ballin) Make way for the gangsters (byrd gang) A 1000 d**hs to the cowards (f** em) You let him die no flowers (f** 'em twice) I use to drive 4 hours, (right) Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder (I gotta get it) You chumps want the power But when it rain man you can't duck the showers (Nope) It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna f** with ours (let's do it) [Hook] [Jim Jones] I got no manners, (kiss a**) ignorant with choppy grammar (ebonics) Where we livin at the cops can't stand us (f** squally) And belligerent & packin hammers (loaded) And my constituents a act bananas (monkey business) Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk (you here me) I'm talkin beef not a bit of pork (no pork) If you a soldier go get your boss (where he at) We need to sit & talk (2:12 with him) before it go further Mo money mo murder (???????) And we will pop at you And whoever you got with you (blatttt) My m**m n***as too hard (hustle hard) Cop j**els new cars (stafalah) Take guns to jumar Tryna avoid a new charge (lotti)?? Now I salaam to that & drop a bomb to that (stafalah) It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs (no sleep n***a) You out your weight cla**, we'll eat you like Drake fast (eat you up) The credits all good motherf**er but I'm straight cash (Ballin) And I'm oh so Harlem 15th bang bang you don't want no problems (Eastside)