Текст песни 12Am In Harlem - Big Baz

Yeah
Better keep your grip for them problems
Twelve am up in harlem
A nigga talking shit go solve em
You trey eight or revolve em
Money rich no problem
We don't care bout no stardom
I walk it late cuz I'm hardened
Twelve am up in harlem

Packing my pistol serving the dope feens
Plus I'm reing up on my re up I'm using old cream
I used to struggle to be up to get my own things
Now a nigga hustle with his feet up I'm my own king
My niggas flossing with them huge glass bottles
Now we feeling like we bosses got a few black models
Got us leaning on them porsches we in full gas throttle
Till a nigga cause some ruckus then that ouu wap rattle
Think how many players wanna lax in that little urn
I'll show you how the semi spray boy that nickel burn
Get concerned
I could kill a nigga it's gon get adjourned
When the bullets spray you gon get it straight like you getting permed
So stop with all that chatter fore the clips tossed
Metal enter your frame have you grunting like rick ross
On my block you get killed or you get ripped off
Hammer to his face that'll tear a nigga lips off nigga

Better keep your grip for them problems
Twelve am up in harlem
A nigga talking shit go solve em
You trey eight or revolve em
Money rich no problem
We don't care bout no stardom
I walk it late cuz I'm hardened
Twelve am up in harlem

And now I'm on my old strip
Ran down on my old chick
She said she down for some old dick
A nigga hating bet the pound gonna gonna go click
Now I'm racing taking blunts to the facing
Mami head by my waisting
Being dirty she impatient
Now I know what she thinking I'm slowing up off the brakes and
We pulled over to the side and got it shaking yeah
I gotta go the sure way when I pass my ham
Broadway where them oyays won't try to tap a gram
Small pay for some small yay then back to Amsterdam
I'm seeing all these wolves like this Minnesota but that's my mans
I'm seeing all these fiends but that's a lost case
You know why they'll never get up in a boss face
Got a couple bottles of that henny we don't pour grapes
Threw a couple fevers on that dice now watch them all ace
You know niggas bubble and bake soda
You know it's harlem where niggas hustle and make quota
We take orders like we was up in the kitchen
We serving up and we flipping like its crown fried chicken
We different
We get it then spend it like it was horse play
That's our tradition keep money coming in all day
You know the boss play
See niggas hate when the boss sway
I got my feet up in my home I do this all day yeah

Better keep your grip for them problems
Twelve am up in harlem
A nigga talking shit go solve em
You trey eight or revolve em
Money rich no problem
We don't care bout no stardom
I walk it late cuz I'm hardened
Twelve am up in harlem