Max B - Up In Harlem lyrics

(Intro) Jim Jones: what? Yeah that was me sh**.. That's my gang Now we balling on you n***as Harlem stand up Different strokes n***a Rags to riches on you n***as What you say s**a? You know where we from n***a? We from that Harlem place man This where all the swag come from [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Dope lines, fiends sniffing coke lines Crack sales, trying to avoid a packed jail A major hustle, knowing that the jakes'll cuff you Life's a b**h, and ain't no way to make her love you Abandoned buildings, shoot-ups and the random k**ings If you hoop, well you might got a break I was enticed by the coupes, loving them [?] All night on the stoop, you see my life is like a race? f**ed up ain't it? yeah i had a big willy dream Tying to get a mill moving krill's to the fiends In front the building you can hear the sireens Getting warm in the lobby chilly chilly, nah mean? But i got caught up in my tracks, i got caught up on the trap Well i'm back motherf**er in something sporty and black I did two shows and i bought it off racks.. co*ks**er.. [Hook] [Verse 2: Max B] This for my little n***as, that ride for the ends To my n***as that getting money driving a benz I was live on the streets, i'd die for my men If get started from the beginning i'm riding again I be always in the hood sending b**hes to heaven If you come to Harlem you can find me on [??] I don't just play on the airs i live on the [?] k** a n***a over my money but never a b**h I double back, see [?????] We double plaq, [??] chinchilla in the jeep It's Byrdgang, Biggaveli baby we the street's You a little indian boy, baby we the chiefs My momma gave me the grief had her getting high Welfare first of the month barely getting by Pot of milk, sugar & water rarely getting by [Hook]