(Intro)
Jim Jones: what?
Yeah that was me
Shit.. That's my gang
Now we balling on you n***as
Harlem stand up
Different strokes n***a
Rags to riches on you n***as
What you say sucka?
You know where we from n***a?
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..
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Max B]
This for my little n***as, that ride for the ends
To my n***as that getting money driving a benz
I was live on the streets, i'd die for my men
If get started from the beginning i'm riding again
I be always in the hood sending bitches to heaven
If you come to Harlem you can find me on [??]
I don't just play on the airs i live on the [?]
Kill a n***a over my money but never a bitch
I double back, see [?????]
We double plaq, [??] chinchilla in the jeep
It's Byrdgang, Biggaveli baby we the street's
You a little indian boy, baby we the chiefs
My momma gave me the grief had her getting high
Welfare first of the month barely getting by
Pot of milk, sugar & water rarely getting by

[Hook]