Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game you know And I see that it's a lot a niggas that's just frontin' Basically, ya know what I mean? Yo, I'm doin' 150
is on ya ass Plottin schemin on ya ass That bitch you came wit stayed scremin on that ass For 3 and a ass 'cause nigga we love the cash Harlem World
to through G's in Got Blink chick follow me for no reason And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what? Harlem World, Harlem World, the clique Harlem
party, fiesta And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World Can't go wrong We're going to party, fiesta And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon, Harlem World Can't go wrong Yo, Harlem
, but didn't want to think she's a whore Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'hood Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time But look at her now, Harlem
If there ain't a heaven that holds you tonight They never sang doowop in Harlem If there ain't a heaven that holds you tonight They never sang doowop in Harlem
the Harlem rain Harlem rain coming down Another shattered soul In the lost and found One more night on the street of pain Getting washed away by the Harlem rain (Harlem
So Lord, I'm going uptown To the Harlem River to drown Dirty water gonna cover me over And I'm not gonna make a sound Lord, I'm going uptown To the Harlem
I shoulda learned better, I'm old enough to know. Slippin' and slidin', feelin' low. Yeah it's a sit back at best, A shame for sure, babe. Slipping and
Well, it's cold in them tunnels today Well, it's cold in them tunnels today It's cold down in those tunnels today Mama, working for the MTA I run that
Tired of laying in bed, listening to the water run Ceiling's falling in, Baby's dress is covered in dust So I don't care what it costs, Baby dust that
Chicken Noodle Soup lyrics Just When You Thought It Was Safe. We're Back. Voice Of Harlem, Kingdom, You Remember. I Got The Finest. Your Highness. Young
Drop it Yeah, yeah Come in for a minute, huh Welcome back It's just me and you in this room right now There's so many things that are on my mind Ah, yeah
every car Chorus E a b d e d b a The heat in harlem the heat in harlem, yep E a b d b The heat in harlem the heat in harlem A b And
[Verse 1] Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers Gun shots rock the earth like
you to the show this morning To talk about what I consider To be a very very important topic, the Harlem Renaissance But before we get into that Harlem
Now, all the divas on the left, you keep on (Rockin' it) And all the fellas on the right, you keep on (Rockin' it) And all my peoples in the back, you
Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem Cannot hold you to it's heat Your temperature's too hot for taming Your flaming feet are burning up the street I am homeless