him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash Yo, let's skip town like Harlem
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line Barefoot girl, sitting on the
they flag Like all my main mans gave they beats up for skags So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid But I used Lee's Cooker got my buzz around midnight
-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn Harlem
'll rip through them cop's sweaters You dudes is chumps, talkin 'bout you live like thugs You be home watchin Midnight Love No bitch, you and your hand makin midnight
come a-floatin' through Along about midnight They close the windows and they dim the light To hide their doings from a stranger's sight Everything is going right Long about midnight
every car Chorus E a b d e d b a The heat in harlem the heat in harlem, yep E a b d b The heat in harlem the heat in harlem A b And
the city, listen to the people I love Everyone is speaking your language, New York speaks in your native tongue New York (New York) - we're skatin' down Broadway At midnight
and the lights are bright When the whistle blows and the workday's done We gonna get the party started and have some fun I'll meet you after midnight
With the black spades Courvoisier spillin' on the rocks Intoxicating the satin dogs with his private bands And it don't stop to the midnight, this glass
close my eyes and I squeeze 'em tight Second time in this life, see familiar territory The hustle is my appetite the cash is my glory I'm darker than midnight
cute thing with a pinky diamond ring She was iceless, my game was so priceless Givin' her a facial I was G'd up from the feed up Pushin' the bent With the midnight
wine, castles on the Rhine The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line How lovely it was Thanks for reminding me Of rainy afternoons, swinging Harlem
uh uh New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
in Uppers give you heart impotence but don't tell you anything. People are saying, you're losing your feel. Pretend you don't hear Holed up in white Harlem
Banks] Who bring that Harlem World Willie [shit] the best, we know New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino 600 Benz-ino, midnight blue Put a dime in the front
his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl And he shook it like a Harlem Queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby