Goin Back To Harlem lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn it feel good to be back here)
New York City!
Huh?
I said NY!
Okay, okay
Harlem
Where you at, I miss you
Where you at, do you miss me
Anywhere, anyplace, anyhow
Anywhere

[Verse 1]
Now if you see I'm the kingdom, I got the thing on
See the silver thing chrome, it'll play a ringtone
See me in ya queen phone, you better dream on
Drama that I bring on, you don't wanna bring home
I'm from the block where only money matter
A n*gga take snow and blow like Nasa
Where they stay screamin', skip from my Lou from the raptor
Used to dribble rocks, now they pushin' it faster
n*gga talk slick (Woo), he get slit with the dagger
n*gga
Yo Whoo Kid, I got to hear that one more time
Man, bring that back
[Chorus]
(Going back to Cali, bring it back)
New York City (ooh)
Huh
I said NY
Okay, Okay
Harlem
Where you at, I miss you
Where you at, do you miss me
Anywhere anyplace anyhow anywhere (G-Unit)

[Verse 2]
Now if you see I'm the kingdom, I got the thing on
See the silver thing chrome, it'll play a ringtone
See me in ya queen phone, you better dream on
Drama that I bring on, you don't wanna bring home
I'm from the block where only money matter
A n*gga take snow and blow like Nasa
Where they stay screamin' skip from my Lou from the raptor
Used to dribble rocks, now they pushin it faster (Shadyville)
n*gga talk slick, he get slit with the dagger
n*gga walk into ya death all you hear is the laughter
Then you hear the pop, pop, pop and after
Cops show up and got questions to ask ya (Whoo Kid)
You gonna make it to the top, you gonna have ya own ladder
You gonna make it pumpin rocks, you gonna have ya own batter
Cause a n*gga in my hood ain't gonna cook it for ya
A n*gga take a chick for ya before he take a (?) for ya
n*gga snitch before he hit the (?) for ya
n*gga take a hit, but definitely won't take a woopin' for ya (Winslow)
n*gga hearing got the whole hood lookin' for ya
That's a Harlem n*gga for ya, ya hear me
Right, right now
You heard me (huh)
Right, right now! (G, G-Unit)
[Verse 3]
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem, Harlem (My flight tonight)
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem, Harlem (You heard me, right) (Murda Mase)
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem, Harlem (And I ain't here to fight) (C'mon)
I'm coming, coming - back, back - to Harlem, Harlem
And you gon' stop me, huh (haha)
You gon' stop me, he gon' stop me, huh
I said I'm from where n*ggas be freshin' and they love them pressin'
And call ya floss, be the one you be left and make you question
Why'd need I weapon to come (?) and I be reppin'
If it's not a credit card, it's a check scam
You think he ya best friend, till you see his Tec screamin'
And the boy with the baby floss, be left hand
But gotta make 350 for me to respect fam (damn)
We definitely ain't Mets fans, you got death man
We come to collect and the clip start a jet fam (woo)
Pow
Play if you want it you be a dead man
Your life'll loose just like little step man
With six in ya headband (get back)
Huh, you gon' stop me
He gon' stop me, huh

[Outro]
Whoo Kid I ain't givin' these n*ggas no more this man
Anywhere
You hear me (Yeah)
Anyplace black (haha)
Yeah
Anytime
Anywhere, anyplace, anytime
Hahahaha