Brooklyn Days, Harlem Nights
Lyrics
I'm A-Mafia, I keep the bread coming back
I'm that nigga in the hood who the Feds wanna snatch
Spittin lead at you rats, infrared on my gat
Disrespect me and I'm a put ya head on ya lap
When it come to this flow
I'm the wittiest, the grittiest
Harlem, my city is the prettiest you idiots
Keep frontin I'll get you hit up with chrome
It ain't nothin all I gotta do is pick up the phone
Roll up on you in a black drop
You'll get ya hat popped
I been gettin money since niggas was wearing flat tops
Shit is real I don't follow the rules
Better chill for ya daughter get followed to school
Or ya mother get tossed in the alley
While I'm flossin in Cali
Gucci shades Lennon shorts and some Bally's
I ain't never starvin
I'm connected to the mobbin
Hustlin and robbing is what I'm involved in.
Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real g'z mobbin in Harlem
Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem
Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real g'z mobbin in Harlem
Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem
Reportin' to ya live from the 718
Where bullets fly like private jets, no suit case
Ratchet in my Cadillac whip
Twelve's blastin' Juicy
Chics pass me coochie
Rims skate like Kristi Yamaguchi
Poppy let me get a loosey
Fonto for the kush
Crown Heights, blood fights
Blood gush in the Bush
Brownsvillians do the killing
Leave you slumped in the building
Ya chest cavity get fillings
From shots no dental
Try to test the little homies
Bet they guns go off
In the Stuy they ride before the sun go north
ENY let it bang, nah they never tuck they flag
Cowards snitching
Singing like the fat lady, breaking glass
In BK you'll get juxxed
This is home sweet home
Stick up boys snatch wallets
Pocket books, cell phones
If you ain't welcomed, don't come around these parts
You'll get torn apart, tryna swim with these sharks
Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real g'z mobbin in Harlem
Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem
Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real g'z mobbin in Harlem
Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem
Writer(s): Abdul Holmes, David Wright
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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