Rose in Harlem

[Intro: Rich Rhymer] A rose in Harlem Harlem A rose in Harlem Uptown, downtown A rose in Harlem East side, West side A rose in Harlem Uh [Verse 1: Rich Rhymer] Party up in Harlem, baby, cut the cake, hustler estate Wear earrings and chains, bust down watches, I could bust down a face I'm a fly nigga with money, what the the fuck you think? Where we pump the weight I come from 8th, I come from a place where they dumpin' eights Where pretty boys clock niggas with a tupper face Rеal shooters that shootin' and they don't pump a fake Ay, ay, this onе for the gates I'm that nigga from 110th to 55th So much that, nigga, I think I could fuck any bitch So much that, nigga, hoes meet and say that I'm great Never could I player hate, I'm the player they hate I'm new Harlem, I'm old Harlem Your bitch doin' tricks on my balls like a Globetrotter Go the whole product, Coke proper, we showstoppers Where the money made, drug dealers I role modeled I'm so Harlem [Verse 2: Rich Rhymer] I'm so Harlem, I'm so Harlem Feel like Guy Fish, I might just pay for the whole Apollo Might wear Dapper Dans, same shit that he made my father I'm dumb Harlem Bitch, we run Harlem I beg your pardon, I been a star before the Starter Bitches love me, call me daddy like I'm they father She want the flyest in N-Y, tell her bitch we autumn Yeah, little bitch, we autumn Bitch, we autumn, hoes get fuck with condoms Hoes can't baby mom 'em Nope, I gotta dodge 'em She the head just like a Spalding, I'ma palm her Straight lob but alley-oop, I'm no sponsor I'm a monster, no imposters, only mobsters Real kingpins, the plugs don't overcharge 'em Want me on the beat? Never speak to your honor You ain't in the streets? Fuck it, I gotta charge 'em My man tryna eat? Fuck it, I never starve 'em He ain't 'bout that beef? Fuck it, don't involve 'em Talkin' like he sweet? We forty-fiver revolve him You know me, where I'm from, I'ma killer rhymer and robber [Verse 3: Dave East] I could line this shit up like a barber Shot him in the Bronx and they heard this shit in Carver Legend in the flesh, I'ma go out as a martyr We couldn't afford a Phantom, we was tryna get a Charger (Uh) Hate on the God, you goin' against your religion (Uh) My niggas got iPhones in prison Ribbon in the Sky, Stevie Wonder Both ribs touchin', see my hunger I'm shittin' on niggas, I need a plunger (Ugh) I'm feelin' like Durant when he first got with the Thunder (Uh) And got outta Seattle, nigga, I ain't tryna battle, nigga (Uh) You ain't nice, you puttin' shit together, this ain't Scrabble, nigga I coulda did the 'Rari but the Wagon different Amiris fit me tight, Glock 40 got me saggin' in 'em Money comin' in, it got me spendin', bro, got another ten to blow Most them niggas broke, beam on it, lookin' in the scope Def Jam advances, they thought that I signed with Interscope Uh, you nice in the park, I'ma go D-1 I ain't Bishop but I got the Juice like a Capri Sun Cuzzo came up on a brick, I told 'em that I need one I'm tailor suited at your funeral, make sure that the beef done Lotta mamas pickin' coffins 'cause niggas snitch often Fuck the trap, we baggin' up at the Ritz-Carlton Big crib, I'm on Bel-Air like Will and Carlton Got niggas I hired, they posted the flyer, go and rob 'em Paid a bird for the chain, free Juelz I'm smokin' on some shit you never smelled I spend your rent on a belt, Louis I'm just here to provide some shit that you never felt They rappin' 'bout drugs they never dealt and then they XXL We vacuum seal in case they wanna smell I've been watchin' for them dogs while I'm talkin' to the Lord Talkin' canine, like Marvin, I heard this shit through the grapevine I was stressed 'til I learned how to chef, just call me Raekwon (Just call me Raekwon) [Outro] A rose in Harlem A rose in Harlem A rose in Harlem A rose in Harlem