THE POSTA BOY - Jurassic Harlem lyrics

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[Shaheed the Poster Boy]

Poster Boy.. Yeah

Harlem World.. I'm here baby!

Fosterville, this ones for the block..

I'm just sitting in the coupe bumping Jay to the Izzo

Going up to Brance and I'm trying to get the drizzo, you know

Straight out the gate, twenty for the shizzow

Drop a hundred G's in Jacob for the glizzow

I'm wild like them inmates sitting on death rizzow

Is he the same dude from Freestyle Friday? for shizzo

Nigro, 20's on my bicycle

I'm the second coming, cock-sucker I'm official

Sixteen's is hot, from the mouth or the pistol

Keep the silencer on my gun so it whistle

Holler at ya boy if you want ya song tighter

I'm the best new artist, and the best songwriter

Don't care if you ghetto or sophisticated

From the east to the West, im anticipated

Play your part before the nine come out

Niggaz is cool, they be nice, around the time Shyne come out

I was a regular nigga, before I bounced to stardom

I'm the reason all the tourists, bounce to Harlem

So it got to be Poster, live la vida loca

Money, hoes, cars, chocha

Ma see the five and she run right to it

All she gets is hard dick, and some white fluid

B.E.T. put me out for real

The first nigga who ripped the basement, without a deal

Let's Go!!!

[Hook]

Yeah.. I'm gon' change the menu on this one

You know, turn the page

Put it in fifth gear, so everybody listening, to ride with me

My name is Poster! Poster! I'm a rider

Similar to Destiny's Child I'm a survivor

Jump in the five troy, the designated driver

(Rollin!!) Sticky icky, an easy wider

Still on the block making a stack

Ten hollows in the nine, keep eight in the mack

And you know I Hank taking the gat

If the cops pull us over, the chauffer is taking the rap

We gangster! Nigga I don't run to the south

My 16's move the crowd, from the gun or the mouth

Poster, see money from diesel

Can't sit on the rims, unless they over 21 and legal

I'm the same nigga 106 and Park retired

Smack the world with more hits than Mark McGwire

How you think I stay fly? In them different vasses?

When I copped 5 Benzes, all different classes

Shaheed play hoes like, music chairs

Only if they suck dick and swallow pubic hairs

So, get it right before you get it wrong

It's too bad me and haters don't get along

Already three albums done

I'm a change the game and go three, off of volume one

I don't know how the public will feel

I ain't even signed yet, about to close up a publishing deal

Let's go!

Thanks to Block for these lyrics