Composição: Indisponível      [Speaking:]    Yo anybody thats from Harlem should know what I'm talking about when I say no music,    [Laughing] ya'll thought it was a game?       Holla       [Chorus]    No Music, No Music, No Music, No Music       [Verse 1:]    Oh, Who you know spit it hard to a handclap    She aint wack    So I tell a corny nigga hand dat    To a record label while I get my hair wrapped    Then I let it fall under my New York yankee cap    Anybody that know better    That got chedda    Bet go getta    Cuz ya already know I'm where its at    And if Im rollin    Im ridin    I got my homies beside me    I tell ben drop me off he like    Where its at    I gets it poppin    Im droppin    Ya'll know I dont play    And know my swag is official to what my flow say    And any club that's poppin my record gon play    Rest in peace to Haze and Lil Zay Zay    L.I.L when the m gon carry me    16 spit it mean    In a carry c    37 Willex Ave where you find between    7 Ave is the block where you find me       [Chorus:]    No Music, No Music, No Music, No Music       Harlem Ha!!!    by alrac