On My Way To Harlem (LP版) - Coolio
I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where n**gaz live low
I know a place where life is f**ked up
Make a wrong move and your a** get stuck up
Time ain't nothin but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep a** climb
I've been lookin for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So let's take a trip and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped 'cause it might be some sh*t
African American nothin but a n**ga
Had our fingers on the trigger but I pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin
South Central Los Angeles
Watts and Compton
A n**ga on the west coast on his way to Harlem
Now it's time to step into the light
Light
Put up your dukes there's gonna be a fight
Fight
And when it's time to fight
You better fight right
'Cause if it don't fight right
Out goes the light
Take a close look at what I'm freakin on
Niggaz think I'm tweekin
But I'm speakin on
Subject matter data
Information that I gather
Through my travels
'Cause the hardest of the hard
Hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know
But they know not
If they haven't caught
A cap on the block
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis
With the sharp a** creases
Ring the alarm here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to Harlem
I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since I'm in the same boat
I must stay afloat
And sing every note
From the quotes that they wrote
So I look into the past
And walk the path of the greats
So I won't make the same mistakes
That sealed my ancestors fates
If I had to be a slave
I'd rather be in my grave
If I get in how many lives could I save
One two three
A hundred
A thousand
My heart is poundin the devil keeps soundin
But he don't want my money he wants my soul
So I reach like a tree and like a ** I grow
My stomach is full
But my mind is starvin
Rollin in a G ride on my way to Harlem