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letra de Up In Harlem - Max B

[intro]
jim jones: what?
yeah that was me
sh-t.. that’s my gang
now we balling on you n-gg-s
harlem stand up
different strokes n-gg-
rags to riches on you n-gg-s
what you say sucka?
you know where we from n-gg-?
we from that harlem place man
this where all the swag come from

[verse 1: jim jones]
dope lines, fiends sniffing c-ke lines
crack sales, trying to avoid a packed jail
a major hustle, knowing that the jakes’ll cuff you
life’s a b-tch, and ain’t no way to make her love you
abandoned buildings, shoot-ups and the random k!llings
if you hoop, well you might got a break
i was enticed by the coupes, loving them [?]
all night on the stoop, you see my life is like a race?
f-cked up ain’t it? yeah i had a big w-lly dream
tying to get a mill moving krill’s to the fiends
in front the building you can hear the sireens
getting warm in the lobby chilly chilly, nah mean?
but i got caught up in my tracks, i got caught up on the trap
well i’m back motherf-cker in something sporty and black
i did two shows and i bought it off racks.. c-cksucker..

[hook]

[verse 2: max b]
this for my little n-gg-s, that ride for the ends
to my n-gg-s that getting money driving a benz
i was live on the streets, i’d die for my men
if get started from the beginning i’m riding again
i be always in the hood sending b-tches to heaven
if you come to harlem you can find me on [??]
i don’t just play on the airs i live on the [?]
k!ll a n-gg- over my money but never a b-tch
i double back, see [?????]
we double plaq, [??] chinchilla in the jeep
it’s byrdgang, biggaveli baby we the street’s
you a little indian boy, baby we the chiefs
my momma gave me the grief had her getting high
welfare first of the month barely getting by
pot of milk, sugar and water rarely getting by

[hook]

- max b

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