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Lyrics for On My Way To Harlem by Coolio:
| | | Artist: | Coolio |
| | Album: | It Takes A Thief | | Track: | On My Way To Harlem | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 103 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggaz
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
Verse 2:
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
Niggaz think I'm
tweekin, 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 *gunshot*
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
Verse 3:
I know a place where the
sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where
niggaz 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 wont 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 poundin, 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 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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