They're nodding and dozing.
They sit there frozen in awe.
The train tracks scars on their arm.
All because the stamp on the bag was in charge.
The same thing that took down the barge.
Get it off the barge.
Floating through the waterways.
Didn't need Italians.
Now they got a water wage.
When the product's pure.
You're the one they oughta pay, Sugar Hill sweet Like it's daddy-daughter day, yeah The line round the corner like six flags The potency of one of mine equal to six bags
I done watched brothers kill brothers for nick bags.
The dope lean have a nigga park like a kickstand.
I'm the Bump Johnson of rap.
Harlem Renaissance, I provide the fix.
Ayan Levanzan, the secret's in the mix.
I sell it a la carte.
I peddle everything you want, motherfuckers.
I ain't got no patience.
This clip and this bow guaranteed I'll make you famous.
Man, we make you brainless.
The mask, the glove, goddamn, man, I'm dangerous.
Needles, noses.
Dosage after dosage.
Until the cell closes.
Till the casket gets filled with the ghosts.
On a face that shows no emotion.
I'm selling love potion.
Chanel number nine.
The scent's camouflaged, but it ain't hard to find.
Poppy flowers are a gold mine.
Poppy guaranteed up until the goal line.
on every corner like a stoplight makes it hard staying out the spotlight
Numbers up and down, you better shop right.
It's a vest and two guns when we shop nice.
Hell up in Harlem.
Lot of problem solvers.
Lot of dope dealers.
Lot of money laundress.
Real go-getter.
If you ain't no nigga, we came to put locks on blocks to show niggas.
I ain't got no patience.
This clip in this barrel guaranteed I'll make you famous.
Man, we make you brainless.
The mask, the glove, goddamn damn dangerous.
I ain't got no patience.
There's a clip in this bio guarantee that'll make you famous.
Man, we make you brainless.
The mask, the glove, goddamn them dangerous.
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