On My Way to Harlem
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๐ Lyrics
I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggas live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ain't nothin' but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been lookin' for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
African-American, nothin' but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
A nigga on the West Coast on his way to Harlem
Now it's time to step into the light (light)
Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (fight)
And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
'Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what I'm freakin' on
Niggas think I'm tweakin', but I'm speakin' on
Subject matter, data, information
That I gather through my travels
'Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven't caught a cap on the block
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to Harlem
I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggas walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since I'm in the same boat, I must stay afloat
And sing every note from the quotes that they wrote
So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So I won't make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors' fates
If I had to be a slave, I'd rather be in my grave
If I get in, how many lives could I save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is pounding, the devil keeps soundin'
But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin'
Rollin' in a G-ride on my way to Harlem
Just another place where niggas live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ain't nothin' but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been lookin' for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
African-American, nothin' but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
A nigga on the West Coast on his way to Harlem
Now it's time to step into the light (light)
Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (fight)
And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
'Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what I'm freakin' on
Niggas think I'm tweakin', but I'm speakin' on
Subject matter, data, information
That I gather through my travels
'Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven't caught a cap on the block
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to Harlem
I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggas walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since I'm in the same boat, I must stay afloat
And sing every note from the quotes that they wrote
So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So I won't make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors' fates
If I had to be a slave, I'd rather be in my grave
If I get in, how many lives could I save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is pounding, the devil keeps soundin'
But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin'
Rollin' in a G-ride on my way to Harlem
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.26] I know a place where the trees don't grow
[00:12.88] Just another place where niggas live low
[00:15.24] I know a place where life is fucked up
[00:17.88] Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
[00:20.52] Time ain't nothin' but a frame of mind
[00:22.95] And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
[00:25.56] I've been lookin' for a place to leave
[00:27.91] The only free place is inside of me
[00:30.45] So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
[00:32.76] But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
[00:35.63] African-American, nothin' but a nigga
[00:37.88] Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker
[00:40.74] I know a place where there ain't no calm and
[00:43.19] You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin
[00:45.62] South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
[00:48.34] A nigga on the West Coast on his way to Harlem
[00:51.90]
[01:11.28] Now it's time to step into the light (light)
[01:13.96] Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (fight)
[01:16.33] And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
[01:18.54] 'Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light
[01:21.58] Take a close look at what I'm freakin' on
[01:24.15] Niggas think I'm tweakin', but I'm speakin' on
[01:26.55] Subject matter, data, information
[01:29.57] That I gather through my travels
[01:31.42] 'Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
[01:34.21] Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
[01:36.41] Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
[01:39.04] If they haven't caught a cap on the block
[01:41.56] So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
[01:43.92] Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
[01:46.82] Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
[01:49.23] I got a firearm on my way to Harlem
[01:53.27]
[02:12.31] I know a place where the sun don't shine
[02:14.57] Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
[02:17.22] I know a place where niggas walk the line
[02:19.93] One false step and they must do time
[02:22.23] Since I'm in the same boat, I must stay afloat
[02:24.89] And sing every note from the quotes that they wrote
[02:27.35] So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
[02:29.79] So I won't make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors' fates
[02:32.34] If I had to be a slave, I'd rather be in my grave
[02:35.20] If I get in, how many lives could I save?
[02:37.87] One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
[02:40.38] My heart is pounding, the devil keeps soundin'
[02:42.78] But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
[02:45.00] So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
[02:47.93] My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin'
[02:50.57] Rollin' in a G-ride on my way to Harlem
[02:54.07]
[00:12.88] Just another place where niggas live low
[00:15.24] I know a place where life is fucked up
[00:17.88] Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
[00:20.52] Time ain't nothin' but a frame of mind
[00:22.95] And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
[00:25.56] I've been lookin' for a place to leave
[00:27.91] The only free place is inside of me
[00:30.45] So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
[00:32.76] But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some shit
[00:35.63] African-American, nothin' but a nigga
[00:37.88] Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker
[00:40.74] I know a place where there ain't no calm and
[00:43.19] You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin
[00:45.62] South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
[00:48.34] A nigga on the West Coast on his way to Harlem
[00:51.90]
[01:11.28] Now it's time to step into the light (light)
[01:13.96] Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (fight)
[01:16.33] And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
[01:18.54] 'Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light
[01:21.58] Take a close look at what I'm freakin' on
[01:24.15] Niggas think I'm tweakin', but I'm speakin' on
[01:26.55] Subject matter, data, information
[01:29.57] That I gather through my travels
[01:31.42] 'Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
[01:34.21] Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
[01:36.41] Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
[01:39.04] If they haven't caught a cap on the block
[01:41.56] So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
[01:43.92] Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
[01:46.82] Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
[01:49.23] I got a firearm on my way to Harlem
[01:53.27]
[02:12.31] I know a place where the sun don't shine
[02:14.57] Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
[02:17.22] I know a place where niggas walk the line
[02:19.93] One false step and they must do time
[02:22.23] Since I'm in the same boat, I must stay afloat
[02:24.89] And sing every note from the quotes that they wrote
[02:27.35] So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
[02:29.79] So I won't make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors' fates
[02:32.34] If I had to be a slave, I'd rather be in my grave
[02:35.20] If I get in, how many lives could I save?
[02:37.87] One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
[02:40.38] My heart is pounding, the devil keeps soundin'
[02:42.78] But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
[02:45.00] So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
[02:47.93] My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin'
[02:50.57] Rollin' in a G-ride on my way to Harlem
[02:54.07]