Arlem Kidz Get Biz
[Intro 1]
¿Tons que loco, que vas a poner?
Sex Pistols
Ah, que [?]
Ah, pero vos es que sos güevon, no me pagás y obligás

[Intro 2: McGruff]
Yeah, real East Coast, niggas
Cap-peelers
NFL, Children of the Corn
96', it’s on
Yeah! Uh!

[Verse 1: McGruff]
I’m from the East Coast, I don’t care, snatch police toast
Leave the beast roast, Gruff disturb the peace and be ghost
Walk with notes
Plus I’m known for putting forks in throats
Armed robbery, strong-arm, dope fiend yolks
No joke, the burner that I tote’ll leave you un-awoke
Heartless, body niggas, roll a blunt of smoke
Spacеd out loc, sherm-head, my eyеs turn red
One time I came out off my high, eleven guys was dead
Hold my own from my Harlem home to Rikers
Upstate and downstate with them hillbilly crackers
They got the average black man labeled as a savage
But for that cabbage, you tend to pick up bad habits
[Hook: McGruff]
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is

[Verse 2: McGruff]
Let me tell ya' how I live: I pump paraphernalia
Weight, Herb McGruff ain’t got vowels/vials to sell ya
Kingpin stay sharp, supreme thinking
Getting money out my ass—who think my cream sinking?
Her oine don, yeah, private jet airborne
Me and my niggas counting figures with that fresh gear on
Sip crystal, skip the Mo’, don’t like Fidel Castro
Sporting diamond rings like Don King with that wild afro
It’s time now, nah’mean? Harlem ‘bout to blow
Don’t fake jacks, get the green, go all-out for dough
Where I’m From, son, snitches be dialing 911
But those the ones you find in the alley filled with 9 dum-dums

[Hook: McGruff]
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is
[Verse 3: McGruff]
Ay, yo
My town’s real, it ain’t no fairy tale here
Homicide Harlem—blao! What’s the problem?
We rob ‘em, take all the jewels and the lucci
Cowards act brave, hit the fools with the Uzi
I live this, handle all my business, leave no witness
God bless the guy who testify dressed to die
F the BS. ‘Bout to cop this Lex GS
Gruff be hitting virgin skins ‘cause the sex be fresh
Hold my own, I’m own as the black Al Capone
Dangerzone, we pack chrome and wack out your dome
On 139 and Lennox is where you will find this menace
Puffing lye Sipping Harveys Bristol, wine, and Guinness, nigga

[Hook: McGruff]
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is

Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is
Word to miz, no fronting, Harlem kids get biz
Ready to set it, and we don’t really care you is