Yo, where them thugs at, them ^!$$%s $#&@ing with me
But where the sun splat
We aiming right at the d's, but where the thugs at

Somebody roll up the trees, yo where the thugs at
We $#&@ with nothing but keys, but where the love at
I'm like a drum in you? after the club?

The (*##$es coming with me, you rocking ? caps
On a convertible V, but where my girl at
Don't be disturbing my fish,

You get your mug clapped, just for sucking your teeth
Oh where the ?drown as $#&@, going to sea
But where the rug at, roll them up by feet

You block flood that
Tell you it's nothing to me, we puff puff black
Tell you it's something to see, the way we chuck that

With unbelievable speed, these hoes are rug rats
Want me to stuff them with cheese
But yo, they love that

I tell her get on the knees like yo

I'm from Harlem, can't $#&@ bout no D's

My partners popping, pistols cracking, dutches rollers and leaves
Till the attacks and tears running when I leave
Ass hit the section, nasty as I wanna be

Sucka ^!$$%'s, we just push them to the left
Yeah that's me and ? grab your chest, hold your breath
It ain't science baby, I get this paper than we fine baby


We never get around, I go straight to the top
The girl's a landmine, trying to blow up your spot

But hit the landline,
When you go to the spot, that's how I plan mine
Make sure you load up your Glock and take your damn time

When you control in the track, that blow your damn mind
And put it right on your lap, but this the last time
Don't be running your track, because I blast mine

I'll put some caps in your cap but look
Won't clown me, 44 mac, ak29, surround me
Ran from the bounty damn they found me

Time in the county but they won't drown me
Bumping the roads, coping the load
?I'm coming and gunning put one of your hoes

Old girlfriends wanna make up, soon as I get my weight up
Hold up tell you straight up, I wouldn't give you my shake up
Part me as I bake up, I'm bout to raise that rate up

So you can get your hate up, I'ma scrape that plate up, wait up, wait up

I'm from Harlem, can't $#&@ bout no D's

My partners popping, pistols cracking, dutches rollers and leaves
Till the attacks and tears running when I leave
Ass hit the section, nasty as I wanna be

Sucka ^!$$%'s, we just push them to the left
Yeah that's me and ? grab your chest, hold your breath
It ain't science baby, I get this paper than we fine baby.