Brooklyn Days, Harlem Nights (Instrumental)

I'm A-Mafia, I keep the bread coming back

I'm that nigga in the hood who the Feds wanna snatch

Spittin lead at you rats, infrared on my gat

Disrespect me and I'm a put ya head on ya lap

When it come to this flow

I'm the wittiest, the grittiest

Harlem, my city is the prettiest you idiots

Keep frontin I'll get you hit up with chrome

It ain't nothin all I gotta do is pick up the phone

Roll up on you in a black drop

You'll get ya hat popped

I been gettin money since niggas was wearing flat tops

Shit is real I don't follow the rules

Better chill for ya daughter get followed to school

Or ya mother get tossed in the alley

While I'm flossin in Cali

Gucci shades Lennon shorts and some Bally's

I ain't never starvin

I'm connected to the mobbin

Hustlin and robbing is what I'm involved in.

Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real g'z mobbin in Harlem

Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem

Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real g'z mobbin in Harlem

Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem

Reportin' to ya live from the 718

Where bullets fly like private jets, no suit case

Ratchet in my Cadillac whip

Twelve's blastin' Juicy

Chics pass me coochie

Rims skate like Kristi Yamaguchi

Poppy let me get a loosey

Fonto for the kush

Crown Heights, blood fights

Blood gush in the Bush

Brownsvillians do the killing

Leave you slumped in the building

Ya chest cavity get fillings

From shots no dental

Try to test the little homies

Bet they guns go off

In the Stuy they ride before the sun go north

ENY let it bang, nah they never tuck they flag

Cowards snitching

Singing like the fat lady, breaking glass

In BK you'll get juxxed

This is home sweet home