SCR!lla SH!t

You think niggas like sellin’ crack and shit nigga You think niggas like puttin’ crack in they ass nigga What do you think? Cause he gotta know my nigga Money is not evil nigga You think niggas like shootin’ niggas my nigga You think niggas like tuckin’ packs You can’t keep saying you a Harlem nigga And you don’t want that scrilla nigga Bitches do not want a nigga with no money Or did you not learn this in Harlem lesson number 1 It’s make guap or die nigga You wanna do it for Harlem nigga Make that GUAP, MONEY! NIGGA Uh This that shit This that shit This that shit This that Scrilla Hill shit This that shit This that shit This that shit This that Scrilla Hill shit I been flexin’ on you had to get my weight up Back on my harlem shit so tell these niggas pay up Bath salts, Jeffrey Dahmer blade will eat ya face up They all been sleepin’ on me now it’s time to wake up Ball hard like Juwanna Mann On my block they move contraband In my hood all we do is sin Took some losses to gain a win Can’t escape all the negligence Bust a shot when I’m barging in Want it all ain’t no bargaining Take what’s mine then I shot again, then I shot again Oh! F*ck the radio I got the shit that’s bumping through ya speakers Posted 409 them hallways prolly smokin’ on some reefer Cops patrol the block, glocks hanging off em’ like a beeper Graduated school of hard knocks, never saw my teacher This that shit This that shit This that shit This that Scrilla Hill shit This that shit This that shit This that shit This that Scrilla Hill shit Pockets low, pockets swole Pocket rocket, locked n load Where’s the dough I don’t know Eenie, meenie, miney, mo Beast, beast May I see your ID please Man, I told you I ain’t got no ID bro You have any ID I can look at This nigga here, always fuckin with a nigga