Harlem - TJ Porter

Hah, nigga, I’m from Harlem

It’s Porter

I’m from Harlem, so the H just stands for the straight hustlers

It’s a jungle, all gorillas, them killers and gun busters

I be ridin' 'round frontin' like Porter on Wilie Burgers

Y’all been fuckin' with them niggas nobody ain’t never heard of

TJ Porter, Harlem’s finest, I’m bringin' the ol' back

Any drug up in Harlem, my niggas just sold that

And I make this town lit, my nigga, that’s cold facts

In the city, anywhere, everybody know that

Spin the block now, when we pullin' up, the top down

Yeah, it’s hot now, well, I’m hiding in my sock now

Workin' all year, now they sayin' I’ma pop now

Harlem on lock, I feel like I’m on top now, what?

Jumpin' out the whip with the mink, and I’m straight frontin'

If you talk that talk then my niggas are straight dumpin'

If I make that call then my niggas is all coming

Coming through your block, y’all niggas is off runnin'

Let’s talk about Harlem, 55th

Pee-Wee Kirk put up 50 and took a trip

Hot 6th, 42nd to 45th

And Big L, 40 wolves in this shit

Don’t forget about Damon, Biggs, and the best out

All them other niggas hatin', I bet they felt left out

3 6, that’s the land they cookin' up in the pan

And they cool, what the hell?

Cases jumpin' on the van

We a force with it, now we all at the Kingdom

Shots fired, ringin' off, now we all headed home

12 had bang bang, shit was posted up, he had to comb

Cam had the pink Range, Dipset was in the zone

Now let’s take it to the east side, nigga, let’s talk the facts

Man, they cookouts in they cave, man, they put them on the map

Now it’s my block, where you’d see Bob Lemon

Everybody, Kenny Hutch ballin' out with yo hammock

Middle East niggas, off-shore, just call and let me at 'em

With the boys, 3 A.M., then I will be back again

Now it’s Piff Unit, know you remember the smiley faces

19 summer games, y’all know that them shits was crazy

Now we on Johnson with it, RIP Lee and John Doe

Tire wire on a bike, yeah, you know how it go

Now we walkin' past the border, headed down to 1st side

RIP Woozy Woo, he was screamin' «Ride out»

Now it’s time to take it over, I’m pullin' up in the Maybach

Young boss niggas, they’re askin' me where the change at

Pull it out my pocket, I bet them niggas won’t take that

Bands on me, young nigga, big dog, take that