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Album: It Takes A Thief (1994)
Artists: Coolio

  1. Bring Back Somethin Fo Da Hood
  2. Can-o-corn
  3. County Line
  4. Fantastic Voyage
  5. Ghetto Cartoon
  6. Hand On My Nutsac
  7. I Remember
  8. It Takes A Thief
  9. Mama, I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta
  10. N Da Closet
  11. On My Way To Harlem
  12. Smokin' Stix
  13. Sticky Fingers
  14. Thought You Knew
  15. U Know Hoo
  16. Ugly Bitches


Coolio
It Takes A Thief
On My Way To Harlem
Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ain't nothin but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been lookin for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit
African-american, nothin but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but i pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like charmin
South central, los angeles, watts, and compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to harlem

Verse 2:

Now it's time to step into the light (light)
Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (fight)
And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what i'm freakin on
Niggaz think i'm tweekin, but i'm speakin on
Subject matter, data
Information that i gather
Through my travels
Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven't caught a cap on the block *gunshot*
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to harlem

Verse 3:

I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since i'm in the same boat
I must stay afloat
And sing every note
From the quotes that they wrote
So, i look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So i wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates
If i had to be a slave i'd rather be in my grave
If i get in how many lives could i save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin
But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
So i reach like a tree, and like a weed i grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin
Rollin in a g ride on my way to harlem
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