Texty: Lloyd Banks. The Cold Corner Mixtape. On My Way.

[Voice:]
Harlem World!

[Intro:]
Yeah!

[Chorus:]
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (uh!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock, {PLK! }
Get back nigga! (ugh!)

[Verse 1:]
Every fuckin' month I'm gon' be hittin' out the trunk
Hittin' out the club, sour D mixin' out the blunt. (whoo!)
I'm a playa neighbor! - I won't be trickin' out with chumps
Himilaya flavor! (yeah!) - Chrome drippin' off the front,
Front on me you'll be in danger, dead!
Call the ranger, red! - All on ya head
You'll leak and then it drain,
Yea I'll flame ya! - Tired of tellin' em, do me a favor
Let 'em know why I'm major! - Let 'em know I will Guage the
First nigga talkin' disrespectful [gunshot] I will check you,
Check ya self! - You ain't get no check since I done met you!
I'm special! - 38 flow, why would I wrestle? (why?)
I'll stretch you, and 38 more, I'm a professional! (ugh!)
It's "F you"! - Cause these niggas hatin' with no motive (yeah!)
Wonder why they get no love and cold shoulders. (yeah!)
We let the codes mold us! - Detrimental discipline {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
And those that wasn't listenin' convert to push-overs!

[Chorus:]
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! (ugh!)

[Verse 2:]
Hard days and hollow heads. - Beds and model legs.
Look hoe! - We fuck 'em with' the same shit the bottle says, [gunshot]
DON! - You gotta spell my name capital, (ugh!)
Arsonist! - I don't spit like the other rappers do. (NAAH!)
You don't want 50 put me after you
Send a long shot from France, I'm international!
So keep sneak-dissin' and I'm smashin' you',
Harrasin' you! - You pro'ly ain't got enough gas in you! [scream]
Them niggas gassin' you! (gassin' you!) - Makin' a' ass of you (YEAH!)
I'm in the door with kush smoke in the tour (uh!)
But I'm in the mix! - Whole hood hopin' to score. (score!)
Keep ya B.I. low - before you see 5-0!
I got a beehive flow! - I'm a stunt till it stings, (stings!)
Since a knee-high or mo', I been a G. I. Joe!
Jackson! - I beat these niggas in line - .4-4 strappin' (.4-4 strappin'!)
You can pray for my downfall! - IT WON'T HAPPEN!

[Chorus:]
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop, {DAMN! }
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!) {OOOHH! }
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! [echoes] {HP! } [gunshot] [beat stops]