《Harlem Nights (Explicit)》歌词

[00:04:29] Harlem NightsChildren of the Corn

[00:04:29] Yo, I'm mad vexed, give me your address

[00:04:29] And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver

[00:04:29] As the bullets travel through your liver

[00:04:29] This ni**a bloodshed is mad rough

[00:04:29] Battling me is like jumping inside a river while you're handcuffed

[00:04:29] My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox

[00:04:29] My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like to shadowbox

[00:04:29] My gat makes more noise then Roman candles

[00:04:29] I stay in murder scandles, and dust the fingerprints of burner handles

[00:04:29] And I left Jehovah slain, I don't cry over pain

[00:04:29] Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine

[00:04:29] Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter

[00:04:29] I R**e this man's daughter, then put the sh*t on cam corder

[00:04:29] Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th

[00:04:29] Her pops tried to flex and bass, then the tech correct

[00:04:29] And spit in his face, her brother dice tried to get shiest

[00:04:29] So I took his life, with a knife, then asked him twice about his f**king son and wife

[00:04:29] After that, I load the gat and let the lead start flying

[00:04:29] That sh*t is death defying, now you need dental records to identify him

[00:04:29] I had beef with this Priest his name was father Clyde

[00:04:29] This how he died, I had seven put on his side, and fulled him with formaldehyde

[00:04:29] I get more high then frequencies, no one gets a** deep as me

[00:04:29] Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me

[00:04:29] "It ain't where you're form it's where you at" - Rakim

[00:04:29] So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

[00:04:29] "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim

[00:04:29] So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

[00:04:29] Yo, I'm a cat with 9 live, but everyday I risk them

[00:04:29] Pop shots the Glock at the cop and missed him now he's all up in the system

[00:04:29] Upstate, buying for crime, slaving the time

[00:04:29] My mother down here praying for mine

[00:04:29] Cause I'm like Snider, living one day at a time

[00:04:29] Harlem's a rough route, get snuffed out in a tough bout

[00:04:29] The streets is full of smoking guns from people getting puffed out

[00:04:29] I scrap them like a sculpture, living out my f**king culture

[00:04:29] My crews a bunch of vultures with the .38s and holsters

[00:04:29] And I quick to hurt a fool, cause money got that murder pull

[00:04:29] And don't leave my house without the guns, mask and surgicals

[00:04:29] Don't tell me how I act and sound, I pack a mack and pound

[00:04:29] And strap them down to clap them clowns, I never seen a cap and gown

[00:04:29] And I'm a basketcase, I'll bash your face, and blast your waist

[00:04:29] In a casket trace, cause me and this bastard Mase, drop at a tragic place

[00:04:29] Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet, it's just guns a grief

[00:04:29] Tons of beef, and little niggas run the streets

[00:04:29] And pop the boots for lots of loot

[00:04:29] Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs

[00:04:29] But be careful cause the Glocks is loose

[00:04:29] And I'mma choke you like a capsule, niggas wanna scrap? Boat

[00:04:29] And I'mma end the sh*t on that note

[00:04:29] "It ain't where you're form it's where you at" - Rakim

[00:04:29] So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

[00:04:29] "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim

[00:04:29] So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

[00:04:29] My click is quick to pull a bullet through a stranger's dome

[00:04:29] You should've known not to roam through the danerzone

[00:04:29] In Harlem is where the thugs rest

[00:04:29] In a slugfest, we sending faggots "All the Way to Heaven" like Doug Fresh

[00:04:29] Big L grow up in the slums of greed

[00:04:29] I'm known for drawing guns with speed, and selling tons of w**d

[00:04:29] Cause I got sons to feed

[00:04:29] And it's a must that I commence to slain

[00:04:29] Any faggot MC that goes against the grain

[00:04:29] And I'mma smoke Pataki's a** and Rudolph Giuli' like a Woolie

[00:04:29] Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley

[00:04:29] So if a ni**a disrespect L, to hell is where I'm send them

[00:04:29] After I skin him, And spit some venenom in him

[00:04:29] Run with introduers, looters and sharpshooters

[00:04:29] Who spark buddah and f**k thick b**ches with large hooters

[00:04:29] Beat niggas with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics

[00:04:29] Cause where I'm from niggas jewels get run like red lights

[00:04:29] Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are d**g related

[00:04:29] And we live by the street rules the thugs created

[00:04:29] Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts

[00:04:29] For selling pounds of coke

[00:04:29] So front and get a tech shoved down your throat