Harlem Streets - Intellectual

[Intro]

Killa (Killa)

Dipset, man

Ayo, you know I've been all over the motherfuckin' world, man

But ain't no place like Harlem, man

Let me break it down, man

[Verse 1]

We tie dynamite to the rhino type, wino might find your site

Sell the information for a dime of white, that China-China (I got that white)

I'm behind the diner, sellin' marijuana to a minor-minor

Elder fella, lookin' for that shine? I'll shine you (Got purple)

My mind designer, you a dime? I'll dine you

Madonna mama, body bottle? You're fine, I'm finer (I'm better than you, bitch)

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

Then I hymen-grind her 'til her mind remind her

Diamonds blind her, her vision's gone, kiss her palm

Turn her arm, lift her arm, notice that her wrist is raw (What's this on your arm?)

Gotta get it right, ma, we gon' get along (Come on now)

Said, "How?" Don't trip, but, yo, the trip is long (Here's what you do)

First, visit one, day job Ticketron

Nighttime, Mr. Mom, bootleg Cris' and Dom

Brother Chris and Don, and they sister Carm

They sell yay', you'll say, "Yay, this shit's the bomb"

I'ma hit my man, tell him you my pick upon

The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom (Watch what you do)

You know, kiss his mom (Kiss her), she gave him wisdom, charm (Be nice)

And they father come from a long list of dons (That's another story)

And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers (Uh)

And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia (I don't know what the fuck goin' on)

But I give you an earful, it's tearful

Told my mother I hustle and she said be careful

[Chorus]

Why I feel like I'm losin' weight?

Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight?

My life's based upon what I'ma do this year, cop a boat, cop a Lear

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate Airs

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Still the scrutiny, nothing they could do to me (Do to me)

I make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls

When a nigga under the world (Killa)

[Verse 2]

Everybody like, "Cam got the recipe now" (Everybody)

Not them three girls, I got to be Destiny's Child (Gotta be me)

'Specially equities, reckon we smile

Interfere tech to tech and you detect that we wild

Detective deceptive, receptive of fouls

Hectic, Heckler, Koch, helicopters on the set of my sales

Nah, I ain't gon' be embedded in jail

Talkin' to a cellmate in the bed in a jail, dog (Fuck that)

I broke bread with the whale, fled from some seals (What else?)

In the house, I was the head of the hills, shit (What they do?)

You get a dumb ho (And what?), and get dumb happy (What we do?)

Go to the gun show, get gun-happy (Who are we?)

Stuck, killed, mugged, milled

Tone, flint, sticks, bo, Chub's milk (What up, y'all?)

Pucci, baba, but I got the hardest shells

We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga (Nigga)

Yeah, we'll just clap up your brains, snatch up your chains

See, dog? Rap is my aim

But I'm a hustler (Hustler), in my heart, trapped is the game

Attached to my frame, tapped to my brain, the fact still remains (What?)

It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range

Look, dog, don't be askin' for Dame, see (Please)

Playboy, I don't own that man

And anyway, homeboy, you a grown-ass man, shit (Anyway)

And when I rap, it ain't no punchlines (Not at all)

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time (Ah)

No timeouts, homeboy, just one time (Innerstate)

If they find that stash box just one time (Shit)

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Side of the road, holdin' you up, you cold as a fuck (Fuck)

They want that button, lunge it and push it

Soon as they lunge it and push it (Push it), I run in the bushes (Bushes)

That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine

Take my chances one on one with the canines

Steel and a clip for anyone squealin' they lips (Lips)

Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feelin' the Dips (Killa, Killa)