yo harlem in the mutha fukin building/
so recognize we here to kill ya children//
uh yo chek


lil nigga u struggle to pay rent/
im worth 50 so u should have better centz// (50 cents)
if u fukin wit cam dat mean u fukin wit harlem/
dont test us till u gain some stardom//
when u pic up the mic u know ur beaten/
dis the last time i battle coach createn// (all that)
at first u was weak, but now u gettin harder/
but dont try to crack when my jersey a M/N and ur's is a starter//
u tried to be gangsta so u put ur dik in ur hand to be harder/
he realizez im greatness like s.carter//
u wanna battle me but u such a trick/
im the sun, i rise and shine on dis bitch//
it must be a crime the way i get u/
scars like a slave from the way i whipped u//
these rhymes stik like hollow tips and staples do/
and just like r.kelly, my verses are rapin u//
i know u like sperm but im done wit dis fuk/
i put a condom on my gun cuz it bust to much//

harlem world 4 sho dip set bitch! we out