Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Edwin Starr
Chant
Freddie Perren
Interprète
Fonce Mizell
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Freddie Perren
Composition
Fonce Mizell
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Freddie Perren
Production
Fonce Mizell
Production
Paroles
Ain't it hell?
Said ain't it hell
Hell up in Harlem? (Harlem, hell up in Harlem)
Yeah, oh yeah
Ain't it hell (Ain't it hell)
I said, ain't it hell
Hell up in Harlem, oh? (Harlem, hell up in Harlem)
Oh
There are two million names
But few know the games
And those few decide who lives
And who's gonna die
(Hell, up in Harlem) My lord, yeah
Wheelin', dealin', pushin', hookin' night and day
(Ain't it hell up in Harlem?)
Cops and robbers, sometimes they all look the same, ow!
(Ain't it hell (Hell) up in Harlem?)
Runnin', duckin', dodgin', tryin' to stay afloat
(Ain't it hell (Hell) up in Harlem?)
(If you don't know what's up, then) You don't need to go
(Ain't it hell?)
Oh, ain't it hell?
I said, ain't it hell?
Hell up in Harlem, oh (Harlem, hell up in Harlem)
(Ain't it hell)
If you don't live there, lawd, it's hell
Hell up in Harlem, yeah, yeah (Harlem, hell up in Harlem)
Oh
Ain't it hell?
Written by: Freddie Perren

