Up In Harlem Max B (Ft. Jim Jones)

(Intro)
Jim Jones: what?
Yeah that was me
Shit.. That's my gang
Now we balling on you niggas
Harlem stand up
Different strokes nigga
Rags to riches on you niggas
What you say sucka?
You know where we from nigga?
We from that Harlem place man
This where all the swag come from

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Dope lines, fiends sniffing coke lines
Crack sales, trying to avoid a packed jail
A major hustle, knowing that the jakes'll cuff you
Life's a bitch, and ain't no way to make her love you
Abandoned buildings, shoot-ups and the random killings
If you hoop, well you might got a break
I was enticed by the coupes, loving them [?]
All night on the stoop, you see my life is like a race?
Fucked up ain't it? yeah i had a big willy dream
Tying to get a mill moving krill's to the fiends
In front the building you can hear the sireens
Getting warm in the lobby chilly chilly, nah mean?
But i got caught up in my tracks, i got caught up on the trap
Well i'm back motherfucker in something sporty and black
I did two shows and i bought it off racks.. cocksucker..