L Gwoppo - Sugar Hill

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
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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 GwoppoHarlem
You know we stay fly

Written by:
Leon Greathouse

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