Hell Up In Harlem

We about to make this Harlem World shit real hot

We got Murder Mase, Big L, Killa, Herb McGruff

On Ron G the mixtape king

That hold it down for Uptown

I walk around

With sick style sippin' on Cristal

My whole clicks wild

I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits now

What I recite be takin' hours to write

If you write tell your man what kind of flowers you like

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