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(I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) You know that if you don't know nothing else, nigga (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) I can't wait for my block to get it together, man (I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight) Story so fucking crazy, man Wish the big homies would come together, man Tell their story, man I'll tell you a taste of what I know though I, I-I had to beg the big homie Reg not to rob Steph Marbury (Never told you, Steph) This the same year that he got drafted I said, "That's my man" He say, "He got that Rollie on and that's my shit Tell him to leave or I'ma start snatching" (Crazy) "You got it, OG, I don't want no problems big or small" (None at all) I knew they was wilding when niggas robbed Biggie Smalls These niggas cray-cray, I got to get away-way Until then, I'ma spray anything moving if it's mayday (Facts) Toughest in my hood, nah, but I am not for play-play (Nope) On the East side, my niggas had hand grenades and AK's (Tough mob) Plus nobody love me more, more than my nigga AJ (True) And be in Grand projects anytime I'm on vacay (What up, Deebo) I still will get masked up with the MAC tucked Yeah, I'm back up with no backup Letras de cancionesThis cap bust, it's like getting hit by Mack trucks (Bow) Slow money's for show money, but Harlem 'bout that fast buck Pre-gentrified, only white I seen was bagged up, truth (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) What's up (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) Ain't nothing changed but the color of the money (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) These new hundred dollar bills, huh How that look Jones I'm on 7th Ave with my karats on (Right) Double park with my hazards on (Wassup?) On the block, God bless the dead when my nigga Light had had the bomb (RIP) Word bond, forty dealt before school start (It's a fact, nigga) In a school zone and the teacher talkin' 'bout school smarts From the same hood as [?] and Big Dave Hoop dreams turn coupe dreams And we sold crack where kids play (What else?) Live on Lenox, fell dead in a vacant lot His 16th at the [?] trying to make salat (As-salamu alaykum) I was 15th and I had work tryna make a lot Cooked it up at a fiend's house All he wanted was to scrape the pot (True facts) Rich nigga and I'm sittin' on crates still Real, real nigga, got a bitch on 8th still (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) Oh, niggas know I'm Harlem, Shoota! (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) Pull up in that GT 63 S (I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) Motherfucking seats bleeding like a muh'fucka, yeah I'm a, I'm a, I'm a 12 street delegate, profitin' off every play Men y'all look up to is not who I celebrate (Nah, nah) I was raised by killers that rose Hell and pissed on Heaven gates I was taught by robbers that robbed the robbers, but that's a separate case In my present state, I'm getting money, I never press the brakes Dude die, don't tell me that shit 'bout he in a better place Move forward and elevate in the spirit of players that used to score I remind him of Hen Dog when he pulled up in that Coupe before (That's me) I remind him of Al Fierce, I might shoot right through the door You remind me of Larry, he talked, facin' a two to four Get nasty when these plays are running [?] at you right through the war Old Harlem, break the rules, then I don't fuck with you no more I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World I'm straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight, Har— From Letras Mania