Big L - Harlem nights lyrics
[Big L - Harlem nights lyrics]
Yo, I'm mad vexed, give me your address
And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver
As the bullets travel through your liver
This nigga bloodshed is mad rough
Battling me is like jumping inside
A river while you're handcuffed
My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox
My silhouette's inside intensive care
Because I like to shadowbox
My gat makes more noise then Roman candles
I stay in murder scandles
And dust the fingerprints off burnеr handles
And I left Jehovah slain
I don't cry ovеr pain
Cause, I puff fat dimes of novacaine
Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter
I rape this man's daughter
Put the shit on cam corder
Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th
Her pops tried to flex and bass
When the techs correct
He gets spit in his face
Her brother Dice tried to get shiest
I took his life, with a knife
And emptied twice up out his
Fucking son and wife after that
Loaded the gat then let the lead start flying
They say that's death defying
They needed dental records to identify him
I had beef with this Priest
His name was father Clyde
This how he died, I had
Seven put on his side, formaldehyde
I get more higher than frequencies
No one gets as deep as me
Your worse nightmare, don't sleep on me
"It ain't where you're form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
"It ain't where you're from it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
Yo, I'm a cat with 9 lives
But everyday I risk'em
Pops shot the Glock at the cop and missed him
Now he's all up in the system
Upstate, for paying the crime
Slaving the time
My mother down here praying for mine
Cause, I'm like Snider
Living life one day at a time
Harlem's a rough route
Get snuffed out in a tough bout
The streets is full of smokes from guns
And people getting puffed out
I scrapes them like a sculpture
Living out my fucking culture
My crew's a bunch of vultures
With the 38s and holsters
And I'm quick to hurt a fool
Fore money got that murder pull
And don't leave my house without the gun
Mask and surgicals
Don't tell me how I act and sound
I pack a mack and pound
And strap them down to clap them clowns
I never seen a cap and gown
And I'm a basketcase, I'll bash your face
I'll blast in wayz
A casket trace when me and this bastard Ma$e
Drop at your casa place
Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet
It's just guns and grief tons of beef
And little niggas run the streets
And pop the boots for lots of loot
Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs
But yo be careful when the Glock gets loose
And I'ma choke you like a
Capsule, these niggas wanna scrap, bro
And I'ma end the shit, kid on that note
"It ain't where you're form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
"It ain't where you're from it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
My click is quick to pull a
Bullet through a stranger's dome
You should've known not to
Roam through the dangerzone
In Harlem is where the thugs rest
In a slugfest
We sending faggots "All the Way
To Heaven" like Doug Fresh
Big L grow up in the slums of greed
I'm known for drawing guns with speed
And selling tons of weed
Cause, I got sons to feed
And it's a must that I commence to slain
Any faggot MC that goes against the grain
And I'ma smoke Pataki ass and
Rudolph Giuli' like a Woolie
Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley
So if a nigga disrespect L
To hell is where I'm send'em
After I skin'em, and spit some venom in'em
Run with introduers
Looters and sharpshooters
Who spark buddah and fuck thick
Bitches with large hooters
Beat niggas with lead pipes
Leave trails of dead mics
Cause where I'm from niggas jewels
Get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street
Rules the thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
And selling pounds of coke front
In my town and get a
Tech shoved down your throat
"It ain't where you're form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
"It ain't where you're from it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Nigga watch your back
And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver
As the bullets travel through your liver
This nigga bloodshed is mad rough
Battling me is like jumping inside
A river while you're handcuffed
My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox
My silhouette's inside intensive care
Because I like to shadowbox
My gat makes more noise then Roman candles
I stay in murder scandles
And dust the fingerprints off burnеr handles
And I left Jehovah slain
I don't cry ovеr pain
Cause, I puff fat dimes of novacaine
Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter
I rape this man's daughter
Put the shit on cam corder
Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th
Her pops tried to flex and bass
When the techs correct
He gets spit in his face
Her brother Dice tried to get shiest
I took his life, with a knife
And emptied twice up out his
Fucking son and wife after that
Loaded the gat then let the lead start flying
They say that's death defying
They needed dental records to identify him
I had beef with this Priest
His name was father Clyde
This how he died, I had
Seven put on his side, formaldehyde
I get more higher than frequencies
No one gets as deep as me
Your worse nightmare, don't sleep on me
"It ain't where you're form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
"It ain't where you're from it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
Yo, I'm a cat with 9 lives
But everyday I risk'em
Pops shot the Glock at the cop and missed him
Now he's all up in the system
Upstate, for paying the crime
Slaving the time
My mother down here praying for mine
Cause, I'm like Snider
Living life one day at a time
Harlem's a rough route
Get snuffed out in a tough bout
The streets is full of smokes from guns
And people getting puffed out
I scrapes them like a sculpture
Living out my fucking culture
My crew's a bunch of vultures
With the 38s and holsters
And I'm quick to hurt a fool
Fore money got that murder pull
And don't leave my house without the gun
Mask and surgicals
Don't tell me how I act and sound
I pack a mack and pound
And strap them down to clap them clowns
I never seen a cap and gown
And I'm a basketcase, I'll bash your face
I'll blast in wayz
A casket trace when me and this bastard Ma$e
Drop at your casa place
Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet
It's just guns and grief tons of beef
And little niggas run the streets
And pop the boots for lots of loot
Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs
But yo be careful when the Glock gets loose
And I'ma choke you like a
Capsule, these niggas wanna scrap, bro
And I'ma end the shit, kid on that note
"It ain't where you're form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
"It ain't where you're from it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
My click is quick to pull a
Bullet through a stranger's dome
You should've known not to
Roam through the dangerzone
In Harlem is where the thugs rest
In a slugfest
We sending faggots "All the Way
To Heaven" like Doug Fresh
Big L grow up in the slums of greed
I'm known for drawing guns with speed
And selling tons of weed
Cause, I got sons to feed
And it's a must that I commence to slain
Any faggot MC that goes against the grain
And I'ma smoke Pataki ass and
Rudolph Giuli' like a Woolie
Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley
So if a nigga disrespect L
To hell is where I'm send'em
After I skin'em, and spit some venom in'em
Run with introduers
Looters and sharpshooters
Who spark buddah and fuck thick
Bitches with large hooters
Beat niggas with lead pipes
Leave trails of dead mics
Cause where I'm from niggas jewels
Get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street
Rules the thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
And selling pounds of coke front
In my town and get a
Tech shoved down your throat
"It ain't where you're form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back
"It ain't where you're from it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Nigga watch your back
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