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Music video by Done Wright Brooklyn Days, Harlem Nights Featuring A-Mafia [Official Music Video]. © 2012 HardWork Entertainment LLC Download the song here: http://smarturl.it/DoneWrightiTunes

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Shot in Brooklyn, NY

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[Intro: A-Mafia]

Uh, A-Mafia, Done Wright, Brooklyn Days, Harlem Nights, Harlem, we eating out here man (gettin that money) uh, uh, let's get it!

[A-Mafia]

I'm A-Mafia, I keep the bread coming back, I'm that nigga in the hood who the Feds wanna snatch. Spittin lead at you rats, infrared on my gat, disrespect me and I'm a put ya head on ya lap. When it come to this flow, I'm the wittiest, the grittiest, Harlem, my city is the prettiest, you idiots. Keep frontin I'll get you hit up with chrome, it ain't nothin, all I gotta do is pick up the phone. Roll up on you in a black drop, you'll get a hat popped, I been gettin money since niggas was wearing flat tops (laughs). Shit is real I don't follow the rules, better chill for ya daughter get followed to school. Or ya mother get tossed in the alley, while I'm flossin in Cali, Gucci shades, lennin shorts and some bally's. I ain't never starvin', I'm connected to the Mob n', hustlin' and robbin', is what I'm involved in.

[Hook]

Brauds, cars, cash money that blossoms, hustler's, real G'z mobbin in Harlem. Brooklyn goons, we bloom the gobblins, put us together aww man a problem. (Repeats)

[Done Wright]

Reportin' to ya live from the 718, where bullets fly like private jets, no suit case. Ratchet in my Cadillac whip, twelve's blastin' Juicy, chics pass me coochie, rims skate like Kristi Yamaguchi. Poppy let me get a loosey, fonto for the kush, Crown Heights - blood fights, blood gush in the Bush. Brownsvillians do the killing, leave you slumped in the building, ya chest cavity get fillings from shots, no dental. Try to test the little homies, bet they guns go off, in the Stuy they ride before the sun go north. ENY let it bang, nah they never tuck they flag, cowards snitching, singing like the fat lady, breaking glass. In BK you'll get juxxed, this is home sweet home, stick up boys snatch wallets, pocket books, cell phones. If you ain't welcomed, don't come around these parts, you'll get torn apart, tryna swim with these sharks.

[Chorus Repeats]