Boston To Harlem ft. Gepetto Jackson Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, BFD, C-A-$-H, uh

Y'all some haters and y'all wanna see me blow

But it might be jail y'all wanna see me go

Y'all talk greazy until y'all see that d e yo

Now y'all wanna be friends like the TV show, whoa

I advise these dudes to stop talking reck

Before I show the hawk or tec and leave a scar across they neck

It's that young boy, catch me all day in Harlem

I'll give it to a nigga if he want a problem, yea its cash, my nigga

Go head, try to harm him, I keep magnums on cock like a fucking condom

I wish a nigga try to carry they pies, I advise them niggas to carry they nines

I'll have stretchers go and carry they guys

And your girl will be without you like Mary J Blige

I talk reckless, I will take your necklace

Who you know besides me, homie, with the freshest kicks

Quick to disrespect a bitch, grab the tec and spit

And leave your head spinning on the bed like the exorcist

Your crew bitch, and I ain't worried about them whores that's with you

You got guns, I ain't worried about them 4's that's with you

Cause you know for a fact I got more than pistols

And when it's beef, we roll out like toilet tissue

It's whatever, cause we ready to brawl

But why fight your wins low like Eddie Carl, let's go

You already know who it be, Boston and Harlem on the scene

And you know we all about the green

Take your time, put your Jacob in the sky like

You already know who it be, Boston and Harlem on the scene

And you know we all about the green

My niggas stay high, you know I stay fly

You a lame is you bucking or what, niggas is tucking, they chain in

Sorta like you tuck in your gut, catch me in the VIP

You still getting questions at the door

Like let me see I.D. these girls wanna see my G's

Cause I do it like Jay Z, everything's B.I.G.

And the flow be tighter than Levi's B

You only nice around the mic like P.I.P.

So I'ma ride till I die like left E.Y.E.,

I'm charging niggas now, so you gotta see my fee

Dudes try to push keys by C's, and they D.I.E.

Pac telling them, like, why'd you try to be like me

In the hood you can't be shiny, you'll catch three in your shirt like you B.I.V.

And you know I do my thing with your girl, she really respect me

And know I'm the king of the world, yeah

You already know who it be, Boston and Harlem on the scene

And you know we all about the green

Take your time, put your Jacob in the sky like

You already know who it be, Boston and Harlem on the scene

And you know we all about the green

My niggas stay high, you know I stay fly

You hear that right there, my nigga, that's my chain in the back

The boy showcase, I'm getting a lot of money over here, nigga,

You know what I mean, five in the ear, six on the neck

You know what I mean, five on the wrist

I'm telling you, man, I can't even tell time no more,

Every time I look at my watch, it just blind me all day, what up, cash

Harlem, you know what I mean, Boston, what's good

Your king is here, man