Harlem Nights

[Bloodshed]<br>Yo, I`m mad vexed, give me your address<br>And I`ll deliver, stand and watch you shiver<br>As the bullets travel through your liver<br>This nigga bloodshed is mad rough<br>Battling me is like jumping inside a river while you`re handcuffed<br>My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox<br>My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like to shadowbox<br>My gat makes more noise then Roman candles<br>I stay in murder scandles, and dust the fingerprints of burner handles<br>And I left Jehovah slain, I don`t cry over pain<br>Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine<br>Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter<br>I rape this man`s daughter, then put the shit on cam corder<br>Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th<br>Her pops tried to flex and bass, then the tech correct<br>and spit in his face, her brother dice tried to get shiest<br>So I took his life, with a knife, then asked him twice about his fucking son and wife<br>After that, I load the gat and let the lead start flying<br>That shit is death defying, now you need dental records to identify him<br>I had beef with this Priest his name was father Clyde<br>This how he died, I had seven put on his side, and fulled him with formaldehyde<br>I get more high then frequencies, no one gets ass deep as me<br>Your worst nightmare, don`t sleep on me<br> <br>[Chorus]<br>"It ain`t where you`re form it`s where you at" - Rakim<br>So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back<br>"It ain`t where you`re from it`s where you at" - Rakim<br>So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back<br> <br>[Cam`Ron]<br>Yo, I`m a cat with 9 live, but everyday I risk them<br>Pop shots the glock at the cop and missed him now he`s all up in the system<br>Upstate, buying for crime, slaving the time<br>My mother down here praying for mine<br>Cause I`m like Snider, living one day at a time<br>Harlem`s a rough route, get snuffed out in a tough bout<br>The streets is full of smoking guns from people getting puffed out<br>I scrap them like a sculpture, living out my fucking culture<br>My crews a bunch of vultures with the .38s and holsters<br>And I quick to hurt a fool, cause money got that murder pull<br>And don`t leave my house without the guns, mask and surgicals<br>Don`t tell me how I act and sound, I pack a mack and pound<br>And strap them down to clap them clowns, I never seen a cap and gown<br>and I`m a basketcase, I`ll bash your face, and blast your waist<br>In a casket trace, cause me and this bastard Mase, drop at a tragic place<br>Cause uptown it ain`t nothing sweet, it`s just guns a grief<br>Tons of beef, and little niggaz run the streets<br>And pop the boots for lots of loot<br>Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs<br>But be careful cause the glocks is loose<br>And I`ma choke you like a capsule, niggaz wanna scrap? Boat<br>And I`ma end the shit on that note<br> <br>[Chorus]<br>"It ain`t where you`re form it`s where you at" - Rakim<br>So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back<br>"It ain`t where you`re from it`s where you at" - Rakim<br>So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back<br><br>[Big L]<br>My click is quick to pull a bullet through a stranger`s dome<br>You should`ve known not to roam through the danerzone<br>In Harlem is where the thugs rest<br>In a slugfest, we sending faggots "All the Way to Heaven" like Doug Fresh<br>Big L grow up in the slums of greed<br>I`m known for drawing guns with speed, and selling tons of weed<br>Cause I got sons to feed<br>And it`s a must that I commence to slain<br>Any faggot MC that goes against the grain<br>And I`ma smoke Pataki`s ass and Rudolph Giuli` like a Woolie<br>Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley<br>So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I`m send them<br>After I skin him, And spit some venenom in him<br>Run with introduers, looters and sharpshooters<br>Who spark buddah and fuck thick bitches with large hooters<br>Beat niggaz with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics<br>Cause where I`m from niggaz jewels get run like red lights<br>Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related<br>And we live by the street rules the thugs created<br>Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts<br>So front and get a tech shoved down your throat