Yep yep. Another track, to promote my ass, and YEAH keep your eyes peeled cuz a mixtape is on the run right now, glue your headphones on this shit, here we go DJ Harlem, New York City...straight outta Harlem streets.
Link 1: Street Knowledge
Link 2: Robbery Lesson (Full Joint)
Lyrics (Street Knowledge):
A grim day a bad day in Eastern Harlem
A villain was born about to walk amongst the fallen
It was 17th June 19-88
This is my story, my life, dont throw it away
Dont skit this shit, listen to me juss for a bit
A life of mysery and sorrow amongst the Latin Kings
Lemme show you street knowledge, lemme show you street life
Lemme show you who gon live and who gon die tonight
How it started how it happened, love my words
Or hate my life, hate my shit, hate my world
My fatha was a crooked cop he got no respect
Either Bronx or Harlem he would get rejected
My sister was a hooker even Ma$e done fuck her
Only homies i could find was my brothas fuckaz
Dope dealin' pushers, carjackers, rapists
Could believe there was a god either Catholic or Baptist
Thats why i kept this cross on my chest, homies grown
And i look around me, i see my home is gone
Like the biggest betrayal, i feel all eyez on me
Tupac rest in peace, it's all eyes on gees
Like we aint gon do nuffin nigga better lay low
A few words every convo like whattup if you say so
Years 14 since the day i was born
Repping Harlem at the core with Black Seed n Thorn
He was passing stolen Rolexes, made his paper
Just before he had to go, jackes done chase him
Then i ve heard that she got shot, bleeding, left to die
I ve never been to his place, never shed no cries
I learned alot on Black Seed gang before they bust em
I was the only nigga out, when they chased me, i lost em
A few weeks later 10 popo down for good man
They said "we Kings, we do for tha hood man"
I was been another pusher, i learned to steal from ppl
Everyday i went betta juss to get my cheddar
I would be already dead but my bro done found me
He said "Poppa's gone" and all the Kings around me
He said "this is your life now, u belong 2 the gang"
I asked why, he said "dont talk...do your thang"
So i went down with them LKs, my ice, my rings
Cuz when u king for once then you always a king
And even since i dream how many lives are lost in this place
DTs, feds and narcs are out racing for traces
Like the homicide 'partment gonna care for gutter
We was starving, we was dying when their pockets gone fatter
I heard my homeboy Vietnam snitched on Persy
So i had my ass stabbed, by a pussy from Nu Jersey
I aint believe you snitched homie homie it's the streets 4 life
You aint a snitch, you a homie not some busta dyke
U're the reason Latin Kings and Crips aint on war
U're the reason many gangbangers aint no fronting
I remember your wrath when your brotha got shot
He screamed "Peace 4 Life" when the other man dropped
You're the soul of East Harlem you are second Fidel
Imma be the next Guevara we gon send em to hell
And all you brothers who is listning, have strength and honor
Rep your hood for life, but always check your man'ses
4 bars left fo'ya, my soul is all yours
A whole life for ya, my thoughts is all yours
Thorn is gone for good man, Black Seed is gone
Vietnam engraved...Harlem left alone
Now the streets keep calling, the spot is mine
Keep spreading the truth homie it's hard 2 find
The 5-0 on the undercover always on snitching
They get blasted on before the caps can reach em
Lyrics: (Robbery Lesson)
When i say collect dawg i mean collect
The condition is poverty lets see the effect
The effect is rob, steal and gank
Dont be afraid of the popo they dont bite juss bark
You dont need ski mask, only headband n hat
Dont be afraid of the clerk, be afraid of the rat
Get the money but never toss the nine
Juss jump in yo vehicle and all be fine
And in case you see jake dont hide, just kill
No mercy with them fuckers let em feel the mill
Be good, you street troop feel free to mob
U've attanded street class u know how to rob
Hook:
Picture me mobbing the street fo one mo time
And see 5-0 behind me like i did some crime
Picture me end this shit right here on the spot
This is a robbery shit, i collect the whole lot
Aiyyo the bottom line is i finna rob u all
50 did the beggining, i finna glove you all
I run up on Hayzi, snatch his chain, drop him out
Then i steal his miko 'n' headphones, clap him out
Aron you gon get it too homie, gimme that Ecko
And hurry up to diss me for you see the Tech blow
I kidnap Angie now i use her as bait
I said "Gimme the ransom 'fore it's damn too late"
V-Dog tryina save her, he gave me his scrilla
Next thing, he saw the nine mill he made me a killa
I got it now straight, niggaz been afraid
That's why Fry aint around here any day
I saw Stealth one day he was fronting n dissing
That nigga still wonder why his rocks been missing
Last night i found Thomas, he had no ice
Robbing him was waste of time, full of begs n cries
Hook
These kids know what to do when i am around
They stand up, pay me, then bow to the ground
And i never save money so i rob all the time
I guess that's why Aspirine aint down with mine
He know my plot, he smart, but i can rob him forever
All i have to do is aks for a Mafia favor
Ill tell G-Killa to gimme his rings then his money
Then you watch me drive his car like it aint no funny
This nigga is fronting and all the girls can trick ya
I guess it's time for Alyssa, baby i gotta stick you
I dont need no ice from ya, i need to take you
Gimme your body for one night and i aint gon murk you
After sex i feel my money is gone, i gotta live
So i rob the White Girls Crew, now i can leave
I am running real fast, T-R-shady got robbed
I prolly get five grand when his shit get's sold
Hook x2