Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)

And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it)
Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that's on Jim nikka (I really mean it)

Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man (I really mean it)

Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name

Cuz that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is

You fakkit!

I ain't gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you

Holla!

See if you bout it, bout it
Cuz we is (I really mean it)

NYC!