Children of the Corn, Big L, Bloodshed, Cam’ron - Harlem Nights lyrics

My people believe that this
Area was very special you mean weird?
Hmmm, this place has power

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 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 of burner handles
And I left Jehovah slain
I don't cry over pain
Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine
Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter
I rape this man's daughter
Then put the shit on cam corder
Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th
Her pops tried to flex and bass
Then the tech correct and spit in his face
Her brother dice tried to get shiest
So I took his life, with a knife
Then asked him twice about his
Fucking son and wife after that
I load the gat and let the lead start flying
That shit is death defying
Now you need 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
And fulled him with formaldehyde
I get more high then frequencies
No one gets ass deep as me
Your worst 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 form it's
Where you at" - Rakim
So when you walk through Harlem
Faggot watch your back

Yo, I'm a cat with 9 live
But everyday I risk them
Pop shots the Glock at the cop and missed
Him now he's all up in the system
Upstate, buying for crime, slaving the time
My mother down here praying for mine
Cause I'm like Schneider
Living one day at a time
Harlem's a rough route
Get snuffed out in a tough bout
The streets is full of smoking guns
From people getting puffed out
I scrap them like a sculpture
Living out my fucking culture
My crews a bunch of vultures
With the 38s and holsters
And I quick to hurt a fool
Cause money got that murder pull
And don't leave my house without the guns
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
And blast your waist
In a casket trace, cause me
And this bastard Mase
Drop at a tragic place
Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet
It's just guns a 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 be careful cause the Glocks is loose
And I'mma choke you like a capsule
Niggas wanna scrap? Boat
And I'mma end the shit on that note

"It ain't where you're from 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 danger zone
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'mma smoke Pataki's 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 them
After I skin him
And spit some venenom in him
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 run 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
For selling pounds of coke
Front in my town and get a
Tec stuck down ya throat