Bands - Harlem Spartans

Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans

Fam they’re coming in mad

Wass, they be chatting that wass they be doing gaga till we backing that splash

Mad when I’m chilling with Naghz and Lats they be known to be itching out backs

They slide we ride and camp

They snap we creep on man

Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans

Fam they’re coming in mad

Them man don’t clean, they muster the lies, that I hear on the net

Its foul

They slide, we ride and camp

They snap, we creep on man

Badman we out for necks, no bargain deal, man they taking peds

Darling, want a brown skin, sparta smoke green like the gardens

KK where my heart is

K where it started

Sometimes I forget I’m an artist

So enraged, put my blade where your heart is

Frozone so cold like the arctic

Free the Ku 'til the Ku start marching

Bait ting hop off the ped start clarting

Long time Spartans could of charted

Like why you gotta lie like that, ahk lying in the booth is retarded

That opps got got two different times, that player needs selling in a market

Pull up like boo don’t piss yourself

Time to put your wishes down the wishing well

He dashed off, nearly tripped and fell

Maysk never looked back, flippin hell

Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans

Fam they’re coming in mad

Wass, they be chatting that wass they be doing gaga till we backing that splash

Mad when I’m chilling with Naghz and Lats they be known to be itching out backs

They slide we ride and camp

They snap we creep on man

No sense, spartans out for necks

Buck TG head chest chest wet

No meds, Sav move mad, see red

Miz with Blancs in Thames

Free my friends, no song gonna free my friends

Passion for rap gone dead, but the rap gonna feed my brothers

Real real niggas

I do it for Milly and Savage

JoJo and that

Blancs needs a MOBO and that

Still trap jump, all pogo and that

I love to say Mizzy and Lats, the cray cray twins

Who fair who?

These waps blazing skin, MizMac the loose loose twin

Spartans we moving sick

Spartans the move you prick

Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans

Fam they’re coming in mad

Wass, they be chatting that wass they be doing gaga till we backing that splash

Mad when I’m chilling with Naghz and Lats they be known to be itching out backs

They slide we ride and camp

They snap we creep on man

I think the feds wanna know and the cats wanna know

The feds gotta go, still do trap ten ten get sowed

Still come back now the stack looks fat

Blancs and Miz soon home in a bit

Free the rest of the camp, no my camp dont sing

Need no feds, come dash that quick

15 on the strip, now they’re gone in a bling

Them man they run, I click

These weapons sit

JoJo blazing at hats, don’t blink

Think think

Max insane, see me with bae, I’m wayne

See me with gang, my fam in the Arkham City

Where Mad Max loves his blicky

You can’t hold one from the flicky

Money bring me everywhere, don’t let me see you in the city