Harlem River Drive

Riviir

Compositor: R. Mitchell

Wild times but we made it through
Now we’re certified gangstas, done paying dues
Running these streets, didn’t have a clue
This da same block our fore-fathers hung from da noose
I remember when
It was two of us, ten of them
No cheddar then
Stop! Let it settle in
Running with some wild niggaz from Queens
Fucking ho’s with da pots on da stove, no kettle then
Haven't seen niggaz in ages
Hope you duck em shots, evade em cages
And teach da game to da babies
Harlem! I Know da streets got me
My home away from home, almost twenty years since I seen papi
Can’t recall the last time I been happy
Up all night and I don’t even drink coffee
Paranoia got me a tainted aura
Rise against Káy, then it’s sayonara
Hide da body then hire lawyers
Ask Nicko bout corner shit
Like
Da True Playa, The Pharmacist
Icing arms and wrist
Hopping out da jeweler asking what charm is this
Nigga calm ya bitch
Me and my nigga on some army shit
I know bitches that fuck and suck, swallowing kids
Pussy selling for a projects to live
While OG up North, if she could she’d split da bid
She ain’t no stylist but she’ll split ya wig
A ghetto chick, live and breathe for da streets
I tell her slow down, she said let that pussy bleed for da streets
She’s from west side Harlem, I creep on da east
Getting money, getting knowledge, feeding these streets
Young nigga got Harlem on his shoulders
Observe nature, who's more powerful, the mongoose or da cobra?
Lil’ nigga took a bullet to da heart just to ask God, sincerely, is there a heaven for a soldier?
Tired of going jail, livin’ la vida loca
Brother killing bothers for da coka
Times are hard
This for dem niggaz behind dem bars
Another ghetto prophet aligning stars

Harlem
Queens
You know what it is

Uh, get ya Glock
Uh, lick a shot
Uh, for Big and Pac
Uh, for Pun and L
The streets know me well
From da ghetto to da jail
Káy gon prevail
We run this shit, run and tell