Sugar Hill

I don't know what these niggas on now But it ain't enfamil All the OY's on the hill Just wanna drill And now the drama getting really real You gotta hold the steel Gloves off on the opposition It's no Holyfield I'm all business I don't give a f*ck how you feel It's morgue business It's real numb how that feel You a star witness Come to trial and blow then I appeal And get a reversal And come back again to kill Got niggas that owe deals That need dinner meals Slide on you with my wrist cold Like the winter chill Fly on you in this candy clove Yeah this shit I built First nigga with this drip Out on Sugar Hill First nigga out my click To flip a brick for real I knew Fritz for real And new Rich for real Downtown nigga But on Sugar Hill got rich for real F*ck around and caught my first case Up on Sugar Hill They gave me the Rockefeller Three to life for real I don't know Dowop but I know Spity He from the hill He a ruthless OG That was I'll in his time Than you had Busta Another nigga ill in his time And all lefts to muster Nigga what's left is mine How y'all thought that I's washed up when I'm Still in my prime Y'all left me out soaking wet In the rain but I dried I know y'all haters wish I died But I'm staying alive On Sugar Hill It's so lonely It's so lonely And it's so brazy The streets is my baby L Gwoppo Gwop Gang Gwop GangGwop Gang We Gwop Gang We hot and we from the blocks that cop cane Gwop Gang Gwop Gang We Gwop Gang And one thing we can't do is stop mane Gwop Gang Gwop Gang L GwoppoHarlem You know we stay fly