[harly hearts]

My bitches rock wit me, potato in the sock wit me

Cock wit me, take it to your block wit me

Stock wit me, then run through the stock wit me

It's our philosophy, it's not a game

Cause you look sexy, and i bet you be protective ??

Cause when we engaged in battle we aimin for the brain

That's our position simple and plain, there'll be no explanation

We show no hastation, we holdin down on station

Only a quip, wit that ideal shit, tryin to flip

You betta chill, before spot out a bloody lip

Plus any other chicks in my click, you get beat quick

With the nice stick, wit the, wit an icepick

There are ways of killin, that ill not leave a trace

It's at the pain enguished horror frozen on a corpse face

And of cause the body, outlined with the trace of white chalk

That's my m.o. harly hearts, i'm the bitch from new york



[buckshot]

My niggaz kill for, take it to your grill for me

Represent crow hill for me, from day one they still wit me

And chill wit me, on the corner where the killaz be smokin a blee

Throwin this from the rebleness, you can't see buckshot

On ya tv, rappin bcc

Incredibly, if ya think ya betta then me

?fiend? for buck to stop the future like a felony b

What you tellin me b?

All my niggaz cant get in the club for free?

Cause we two d-double-e-p's, nuthin for free?

Run in your spot and cause havoc

Next time you recognize, niggaz ain't havin it

And my girl ain't havin it, she licks shots to

Take away your block too, while my thugs do or die too

Fuck around my man out one in your ??

Just because we got to, and you know we got a lot too



Chorus: buckshot, harly hearts (repeat 2x)



[buck] my niggaz thug for me, bust another slug for me

One time for the love for me

[harly] my bitches rock wit me, pull another glock for me

Pullin on niggaz cocks wit me

[buck] my niggaz flip for me, get the money quick for me

Only talk'n about the chips wit me

[harly] my bitches roll, wit me, control em niggaz souls wit me

Made woman and we holdin g



[harly hearts]

My bitches rock, wit me, chambers filled and cock wit me

Black mask runnin up in your spot wit me

Ain't no stoppin this monopaly, we hold this game under lock and key

You a mockery, potatoes again, now i got the glock wit me

Just in case i feel like poppin three

Tou watchin me (well good) my bitches watchin you

And now your chances of survivin, are impossible

See i'm as real as it gets, i run in there tight steps

Leavin no trace, no ways, no side faces, my concepts

Fuck you and your dreads, cause we dont leave war vets

We bustin cokes and sets, 12 gauges and techs

Six soies and macks, baurettes and make pay

Bring that raw to your door, bitch, with no delay

Turn your ass from ghost white to the colour of grey

Harly hearts signing out fall off, of gun play



[buckshot]

My niggaz ride wit me, send me on your side wit me

Lie wit me to make the shorties, slide wit me

Get high wit me, nigga ride or die for me

Send a nigga in the sky for me

Smokin chocalate tie with me, get pies wit me

Jewelery to buy wit me, wit ice like t's

Similar to brist, light up your rists, it's like this

Call to my thorough niggaz, you invited to this

Not if ya miss, the reason, why i came to thug game

And i chose the rap game not the drug game

For my niggaz throwin tech's in the sky, like bed-stuy

Bk to you or die, when the led fly, and i

Representin for all of my g's, from blacks to japanese

Us to overseas, back to new york

You should hear the slang we talk

Buckshot and harly hearts so i can bang new york



Chorus