Who Sang Intro? DJ Kay Slay feat. Outlawz

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Lyrics
How y'all doin' out there?
I wanna welcome y'all back
Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y'all don't **** wit' us
Suck a **** man, ayo Jones, what's good?
Santana, Freekey
They gon' be mad this time, huh?
Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?

You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO

El Barrio up in this *****, ayo Kay
This ***** blowing up my **********in phone right now
Man, ****, hold up, hol', yo man

Yo son

What's good?

I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

Slap her?

Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her

Off the bat?

Off the bat, just backhand her

Why's that, though?

Cause later on down the line
You ain't never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you
"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"

That's what I'm sayin, *****
But see the thing is with me
I don't understand how a ***** can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, ****, suck whoever
And then go give another ***** her ****ing money
Knahmean?

Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That's cause ya game is tight

Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another *****
I know my game is tight, *****, knowhamean?
We getting ready set this **** the **** off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, Harlem, Harlem...

Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
'fore I **** your moms, make you my stepson
Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
Y'all **** around with brother "Num-say"
Y'all gon' see doomsday
I'm a savage but colder
Now I rock karats that I'm older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A ***** that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Boca Raton, pokin' your moms
Her and ya aunt all over the Don
Using a dope then I'm gone, back
Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
Cops come for dope it's a damper
I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hamper
Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I'm blowin the hammer
That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain't finished, that's just the start
You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
**** my life, I'm taking myself
All the achin I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
*****es dissin, "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hoe prank callin

Yo Cam, **** all this rap ****, man
Let's get down to business, Harlem

Tracklist
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Jealousy
  • 3 Wild One
  • 4 Lights Glowing
  • 5 Super Trick (skit)
  • 6 Regulate
  • 7 Story of My Life
  • 8 No Regrets
  • 9 Cold Summer
  • 10 Gangsta Rhythm
  • 11 Can't Tell Me Nothing
  • 12 Hip-Hop Icons
  • 13 It's Harlem
  • 14 This Is My Culture
  • 15 Respect the Cipher
  • 16 A Million Bucks
  • 17 Death Murder & Mayhem
  • 18 Coast 2 Coast
  • 19 Fuk da Party Up
  • 20 Stage 2 Haters (skit)
  • 21 Keep Your Eyes Open
  • 22 Rose Showers

  • Release information
    format: Digital Media
    script: Latin