, what You where my east side niggas at, wha, what You where my west side niggas at, wha, what You where my Cam'ron niggas at, wha, what You where my Harlem World
is going on in your brain? Look how we're turning out. I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a back packer, I'm not a whack rapper, Moonlighting as a bad
not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test
get it down It don't matter how you do it, you can Harlem You need a drink to get you loose, it's not a problem Order one, drink it all, make a freak
wit' about two tecs Spit fourteen got about two left If one vest is thin then rock two vest Triple platinum and only in the U.S. I?m the Harlem world
street magician. David Blaine stopped paying attention. It's the main attraction, the world premier. Dead Celeb I thought I made it perfectly clear, that i would not
brain? We gon' turn it out [Immortal Technique] Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha) I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as
pulls her close (the rat pulls mary close) And from the churches to the jails there is silence in the world (all is silent in the world) For tonight
What! Now where my down south niggas at Wha What! Now where my east side niggas at Wha What! Now where my west side niggas at Wha What! Now where my Harlem World
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz
when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls Who had the second generation dubs of crews at harlem world
's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids
I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think +BIG+ like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids
s gruesome, I had to add my two cents The next movement in rap guess who's sent? Outerpsace nigga, and we demand we eat And if not we gonna leave a bloodbath
up north he won't live I want his ass cut from his ears to his ribs Cut his fingers off and send the pieces to his kids Harlem World Danger Zone thats
at Come to Compton I'll show you where the racquet's at Down the street from the staples centers where they hack-a-shack Give the advance money back I am not