L Gwoppo - Sugar Hill Freestyle

I don't know what these niggas on now But it ain't Enfamil
All the OY's on the hill Just wanna drill
And now the drama getting really real You gotta hold the steel
Gloves off on the opposition It's no Holyfield
I'm all business I don't give a fuck how you feel
It's morgue business It's real numb how that feel
You a star witness come to trial and blow then I appeal
And get a reversal And come back again to kill
Got niggas that owe deals that need dinner meals
Slide on you with my wrist cold like the winter chill
Fly on you in this candy clove Yeah this shit I built
First nigga with this drip out on Sugar Hill
First nigga out my click to flip a brick for real
I knew Fritz for real and new Rich for real
Downtown nigga but on Sugar Hill got rich for real
Fuck around and caught my first case up on Sugar Hill
They gave me the Rockefeller three to life for real
I don't know Dowop but I know Spity He from the hill
He a ruthless OG that was I'll in his time
Than you had Busta Another nigga ill in his time
And all lefts to muster Nigga What's left is mine
How y'all thought that I's washed up when I'm still in my prime
Y'all left me out soaking wet in the rain but I dried
I know y'all haters wish I died but I'm staying alive on Sugar Hill

It's so lonely It's so lonely
And it's so brazy The streets is my baby
L Gwoppo Gwop Gang Gwop Gang Gwop Gang We Gwop Gang
We hot and we from the blocks that cop cane
Gwop Gang Gwop Gang We Gwop Gang
And one thing we can't do is stop mane
Gwop Gang Gwop Gang
L Gwoppo
Harlem You know we stay fly

Written by:
Leon Greathouse

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