Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside Songtext / Lyric

[Fabolous]

Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day

Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay

Castle on the hill, far from where the peasants stay

Steel in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay

Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day

Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay

Passion, Pain, Pleasure, Trey knocking in the Escalade

Ii be in the drivers seat, my passenger name is Desirae

36 24 40 what her measure say

Here today, gone tomorrow and I just met her yesterday

We already eating yall tryna make reservae

We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play

Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn't count

Ii did sneaker boxes, now I does accounts

Sstill keep it hood aint no half way shit

Can do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit

Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the talent blind say

In the club buying roses like its valentines day bitch

They find them niggas in a meat locker soon

Have their mommas crying like they in the heats locker room wassup!



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Mo Brooklyn, Mo Harlem, Mo Southside

Yyou catch that body nigga better have that alibi

You never know it might just be your time to that ride

Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide



[Vado]

Who am I? nudy fly with a cutie pie

Burning pot, turtle top watching cooley high

Shoot high, one in your calf like the boobie got

Suit and tie then comit suicide like he knew to die

Haaa, Bright lights I vision

House full of birds I'm like Mike Tys' with pigeons

Wwhite mics religion if not ice and linen



You gave me your word then that right price was giving

Trend setters, Hamptons live better

In the mansions lamping, plaid pants a thin sweater

Top floor gusevoir see me with bench pressers

Slimes that push weight but aint hit the gym never

Like quarters got red orders

Bags over bags stash house look like horters

Avon home tell marlo these my corners

Matress tight walls we snatching wife daughters

Only dimes keep on my time sheet

Catch a jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece

Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps

Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats



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[Lloyd Banks]

Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches

Pretty head on hotel sofas in this town of dreams and hopers

Dont approach us, watch the common stretchers lead to comas

Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus

Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city's coldest

Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers

My position, remains the same while niggas change and switching

Politics from famous living, heavy chains and brainless women

Place to swim in, 22 spinning leather grace the linen

If you find a space forgive em, gangstas cant erase the sinning

Ducking po po, the 2k winners Banks, Vado, and Loso

Brooklyn, Queens, to Harlem 44 slip around here you'll be promo

I'm fresh, designer down to sweats prolly grip the thousand x

My style whats next, booshe hound next to the housing jets

Life reflects from big diamonds domino with calmer flow

Feel like I'm popping shit, rounding homicide everytime I go

Thousand dollar tipping, Impala whipping recline and go

Pounding out ya sister then give her pound, time to roll



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