Sugar Hill Freestyle Lyrics

I don't know what these niggas on now But it ain't Enfamil

All the OY's on the hill Just wanna drill

And now the drama getting really real You gotta hold the steel

Gloves off on the opposition It's no Holyfield

I'm all business I don't give a fuck how you feel

It's morgue business It's real numb how that feel

You a star witness come to trial and blow then I appeal

And get a reversal And come back again to kill

Got niggas that owe deals that need dinner meals

Slide on you with my wrist cold like the winter chill

Fly on you in this candy clove Yeah this shit I built

First nigga with this drip out on Sugar Hill

First nigga out my click to flip a brick for real

I knew Fritz for real and new Rich for real

Downtown nigga but on Sugar Hill got rich for real

Fuck around and caught my first case up on Sugar Hill

They gave me the Rockefeller three to life for real

I don't know Dowop but I know Spity He from the hill

He a ruthless OG that was I'll in his time

Than you had Busta Another nigga ill in his time

And all lefts to muster Nigga What's left is mine

How y'all thought that I's washed up when I'm still in my prime

Y'all left me out soaking wet in the rain but I dried

I know y'all haters wish I died but I'm staying alive on Sugar Hill

It's so lonely It's so lonely

And it's so brazy The streets is my baby

L Gwoppo Gwop Gang Gwop Gang Gwop Gang We Gwop Gang

We hot and we from the blocks that cop cane

Gwop Gang Gwop Gang We Gwop Gang

And one thing we can't do is stop mane

Gwop Gang Gwop Gang

L Gwoppo

Harlem You know we stay fly