Harlem Kidz Get Biz Lyrics by Mcgruff

Harlem Kidz Get Biz Lyrics

    [mcgruff]
    I'm from the east coast, i don't care, snatch police coats
    Leave the beast roast, gruff disturb the peace in me, ghost
    Walk wit notes, plus i'm known for puttin forks in throats
    Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks
    No joke, the burner, that'll total leave you unwoke
    Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt or smoke
    Spaced out loke, sherm head, my eyes turn red
    One time i came in off my high level, and guys was dead
    Hold my own, from my harlem home to riker's
    Up state and down state, wit them hillbilly crackers
    They got the average black man labeled as a savage
    Before that cabbage, he turn to pick a bad habit

    [chorus 2x]
    Word to miz, my frontin harlem kidz get biz
    Ready to set it, and we don't really care you is

    [mcgruff]
    Let me tell ya, how i live, i put paraphernalia
    Wait, herb mcgruff ain't got vowels to show ya
    Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinkin
    Gettin money out my ass, who think my cream sinkin
    Heroine don, yeah, private jet airborne
    Me and my niggas countin figgas wit that fresh gear on
    Sip crystal, skip the mo', don't like fidel castro
    Sportin diamond rings, like don king wit that wild afro
    It's time no, knowhatimean? harlem bout to blow
    No fake jacks, get the green, go all out for dough
    Where i'm from son, snitches be dialin 911
    But those the one you find in the alley filled wit 9 dum-dums

    [chorus 2x]

    [mcgruff]
    Aiyo, my town's real, it ain't no fairy tale here
    Homicide harlem, blaow, what's the problem?
    We rob 'em, take all the jewels and the lucci
    Cowards that grave, hit the fools wit the uzi
    I lived this, handle all my business, leave no witness
    God bless the guy who test the fine dress
    To die f to bs, rock the cock this leg gs
    Gruff be hittin virg, the skin, couldn't be sex the stretch
    Hold my own, i'm own as the black al capone
    Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome
    I want three nine, and linic is where you will find this menace
    Puffin la, sippin harvey's bristol, wine and guinness

    [chorus 4x]

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