Harlem Kidz Get Biz
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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
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