[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"