Pretty Tone Capone

Pretty Tone Capone - Across 110th Street lyrics

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[Intro:]

[Rakim:] ("Across a hundred and tenth street-

it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...")

"Ahh yeah!!!

Tone Capone and J. Nitty in the house...

Bitchass niggas stay crying like a church mouse...

Nineteen-ninety motherfuckers can't find me...

You'll never play me punk just rewind me..."

("Music Please...")

[Pretty Tone]

Niggas get done quick

When they do dumb shit

Suckers that want to step to it

Better come equip

Zip your lip pop shit and get rip

You beef you miss me

Across one-tenth street

Stay on point

Pack a joint and

Don't sleep

You snooze you lose

You get sprayed with the Uz

Just like mountain you're paying me dues

Murdering crews

By the twos and the fews

[J.Nitty] "Watch your jewels

Pretty Tone's bad news"

Back in the days when my crew used to sniff

Stuck up spots on a hundred forty-fifth

Kicking the gift to a bitch on a stroll

[J.Nitty] "FEDS on Patrol"

So you lose control

Bust out shots

Cop drops

Hit cement

Punk police jumped up for the precinct

Faggot-ass partner dead in the front seat

That's what you get when you cross hundred tenth street

[Chorus:]

Harlem...

Uptown...

Harlem...

-"Across a hundred and tenth street"

Harlem...

Uptown...

Harlem...

-"Music Please"

[J. Nitty]

Yo! What a pity

New York's the city

J. Nitty get gritty

Shoot a nigga for a buck-fitty

On the block they say I did it for fun, well

Niggas got done on the one by a gun shell

Bounce in a Benz or a jet-black dope BM

Light up the choke buddah blunt with the opium

Shift the gear to fifth and we're murking

Heavy on the jewelry bum bitches smirking

D.T.'s are lurking

G's I be jerking

Crack head said that my jumbos are working

Two for five blacktops

Give me props

Padlocks on glocks

Sewed up like Fort Knox

Columbian rocks on weight like a bull bell

Drug kingpin like Medellin Cartel

Check my mail got keys on delivery

Take the fleet my tongue numb and shivery

At the casino with Pretty T. Pacino

New Jack City Nitty should of played Nino

Nino's dead, got done by a creep

Now I'm the boss of course – one tenth street

[Chorus:]

Harlem...

Uptown...

Harlem ...

"Across a hundred and tenth street"

Harlem...

Uptown...

-"It's hell up in Harlem"

[Pretty Tone]

Last but not least

Another Pretty masterpiece

I get dough blow up like yeast

On the streets I walk

I'm the king of New York

Up north I rip soft niggas with a fork

Use a knife or spoon in the temple of doom

Stroke down low down showdown's at noon

Pack your bags

Get smacked with the Mag

The mob is deep in the Saab and the Jags

Ragtop brother cop you can't stop this

Sissy soft faggot-nigga I'm a knock west

Don't you doubt this, yo I'm blasting

Putting punk ligaments in a casting

Traction coma

You're a blood donor

Pretty Tone got a homicide diploma

You can't school me

I pack toolies

From yours truly

Diamonds and rubies

Niggas are booty, soft like shit

I swing with kingpins but I'm legit

Pass the beer Pretty Tone want a hit

Park your Benz and you don't gotta kick

Tell your friends make ends meat

You better roll deep

When you pass one tenth street

Across a hundred-tenth street!

[Rakim:] ("Across a hundred and tenth street-

it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...")

"The location 1-3-2"

Harlem...

Uptown...

Uptown...

Uptown...

"Music Please"

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