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 don't 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!