Artist: Pretty Tone Capone Album: Across 110th Street 12" Song: Across 110th Street Typed by: bubdubclub@hotmail.com Intro: (Rakim: "Across a hundred and tenth street-- it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...") "Ahh yeah!!! Tone Capone and J. Nitty in the house... -Bitchass niggas stay crying like a church mouse... Nineteen-ninety motherfuckers can't find me... -You'll never play me punk just rewind me..." ("Music Please...") (Pretty Tone) Niggas get done quick When they do dumb shit Suckers that want to step to it Better come equip Zip your lip pop shit and get rip You beef you miss me Across one-tenth street Stay on point Pack a joint and Don't sleep You snooze you lose You get sprayed with the Uz Just like mountain you're paying me dues Murdering crews By the twos and the fews --(J.Nitty) "Watch your jewels Pretty Tone's bad news" Back in the days when my crew used to sniff Stuck up spots on a hundred forty-fifth Kicking the gift to a bitch on a stroll --(J.Nitty) "FEDS on Patrol" So you lose control Bust out shots Cop drops Hit cement Punk police jumped up for the precinct Faggot-ass partner dead in the front seat That's what you get when you cross hundred tenth street Chorus: Harlem... Uptown... Harlem... --"Across a hundred and tenth street" Harlem... Uptown... Harlem... --"Music Please" (J. Nitty) Yo! What a pity New York's the city J. Nitty get gritty Shoot a nigga for a buck-fitty On the block they say I did it for fun, well Niggas got done on the one by a gun shell Bounce in a Benz or a jet-black dope BM Light up the choke buddah blunt with the opium Shift the gear to fifth and we're murking Heavy on the jewelry bum bitches smirking D.T.'s are lurking G's I be jerking Crack head said that my jumbos are working Two for five blacktops Give me props Padlocks on glocks Sewed up like Fort Knox Columbian rocks on weight like a bull bell Drug kingpin like Medellin Cartel Check my mail got keys on delivery Take the fleet my tongue numb and shivery At the casino with Pretty T. Pacino New Jack City Nitty should of played Nino Nino's dead, got done by a creep Now I'm the boss of course – one tenth street Chorus: Harlem... Uptown... Harlem ... --"Across a hundred and tenth street" Harlem... Uptown... --"It's hell up in Harlem" (Pretty Tone) Last but not least Another Pretty masterpiece I get dough blow up like yeast On the streets I walk I'm the king of New York Up north I rip soft niggas with a fork Use a knife or spoon in the temple of doom Stroke down low down showdown's at noon Pack your bags Get smacked with the Mag The mob is deep in the Saab and the Jags Ragtop brother cop you can't stop this Sissy soft faggot-nigga I'm a knock west Don't you doubt this, yo I'm blasting Putting punk ligaments in a casting Traction coma You're a blood donor Pretty Tone got a homicide diploma You can't school me I pack toolies From yours truly Diamonds and rubies Niggas are booty, soft like shit I swing with kingpins but I'm legit Pass the beer Pretty Tone want a hit Park your Benz and you don't gotta kick Tell your friends make ends meat You better roll deep When you pass one tenth street Across a hundred-tenth street! -- (Rakim: "Across a hundred and tenth street-- it's hell up in Harlem...it's hell up in Harlem...") --"The location 1-3-2" Harlem... Uptown... Uptown... Uptown... --"Music Please"