Sugar Hill 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 GangGwop 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