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Harlem Universal
960
Hip-Hop/Rap
Harlem Universal was released on October 31, 2025 by Mass Appeal as a part of the album Harlem's Finest: Return Of The King
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelMass Appeal
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big L
Big L
Lead Vocals
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crumley
Programming
G Koop
G Koop
Programming
Napes
Napes
Programming
Dj Critical Hype
Dj Critical Hype
Programming
McGruff
McGruff
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
H. Brown
H. Brown
Songwriter
N. Pintong
N. Pintong
Songwriter
A. Guindi
A. Guindi
Songwriter
Ian Crumley
Ian Crumley
Songwriter
Lamont Coleman
Lamont Coleman
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
crumley
crumley
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Producer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Napes
Napes
Additional Producer
Dj Critical Hype
Dj Critical Hype
Additional Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Check it out, now (Uh-huh)
Big L, Corleone (No doubt)
Flamboyant Entertainment (Uh-huh)
One love to my big brother, Big Lee (No doubt)
Holdin' it down from the inside right now
When you come home, it's on (Watch this)
Herb McGruff (Yo)
Universal
Harlem World shit, yeah (No doubt)
139 and Lenox shit, uh (Y'all know how we do)
Danger Zone, shit
[Verse 1]
I be twistin' bitches a lot, have 'em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
I'll be droppin' like early August, late July
With tracks that'll make you cry, hate, you die
Stop frontin', you got no dough, might've had, but not no mo'
You mad 'cause I knocked your ho
While cops watch me, I got cats who watch po-po
My block loco, don't need a crew, I rock solo
Or with my **** Gruff, these faggot **** ain't rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust
Go 'head and let your crew soup you up
And the ambulance gon' have to come to scoop you up
Fuck what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past gold
And if you don't agree, you's a asshole
Mark my word, you gon' make me pump the bird
And spark this herb 'til homicide chomp the curb
You heard? I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm from (Danger Zone)
[Verse 2]
The game of life got ups and downs, downs and ups (Uh-huh)
Kingpin cats lose their crowns to cuffs (Yeah)
Drunk and murdered, some get shot (Baow)
Sold it all, ****, heroin, cocaine, pot (Uh-huh), it don't stop
Rise to the top, **** start despising my props (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I rap, but still got them pies on the block (Yeah)
Bitches lookin' at the size of my rocks, size of my knots
Keep a stash box, ride with them Glocks
It's a stick-up, all y'all **** crash the pavement
Pass your change, pass your Rollies, pass your bracelets
Feel them hollow laced tips, spray clips
At them punks that be runnin' their lips
Now gun to their bitch, gun to them
Screws off, don't miss none of them, screw po-po, right in front of them
Double M, goddamn, **** shouldn't have fucked with him
Y'all **** sufferin', I'm thug hustlin'
Rushin' in, in coke spots, no tusslin'
Yeah, it's us again, stuck you before
Tied your monkey ass up, took the bucks and the raw
[Outro]
You heard?
I remember when we did this joint, know what I'm sayin'?
Quad Studios, me and my **** Big L, know what I'm sayin'?
I miss my **** Big L, rest in peace, my brother, real talk
Corleone, top five dead or alive
Matter of fact, top three, ****
Fuck that, top three, ****
Big L, Corleone
Danger Zone shit
Written by: A. Guindi, H. Brown, I. Crumley, L. Coleman, N. Pintong, R. Mandell
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