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big l & errol holden - rhn (real harlem niggas) كلمات أغنية

[intro: errol holden]
no disrespect, man
but this ain’t for them n_ggas that went out of town and start living there and all that
and_and shacked up with some half orig— with some half original b_tch
that’s his wife now, he got a job
i ain’t talking to them n_ggas, man
i’m talking about real harlem n_ggas, man
that been here, stayed here
if they went out for town, they was there for two days and came right back (yes)
that’s it
all that staying out of town sh_t and that
“this where you from now,” and all that
man, kiss my ass, man, i’m not none of that, man (that’s a fact)
this is harlem sh_t

[verse: big l]
my clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger’s dome
you should’ve known not to roam through the danger zone
in harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest
we sending f_ggots all the way to heaven like doug fresh
big l grew up in the slums of greed, known for drawing guns with speed
and selling tons of weed ’cause i got sons to feed
and it’s a must that my toast smokes, i’m not like most folks
f_ck tens and twenties, i carry ghost_notes
and it’s a must that i commence to slaying
any f_ggot mc who goes against the grain
i’ma smoke pataki ass, and rudolph giuli’ like a wooley
i keep a tooly for any moolie who act fooly
so if a n_gga disrespect l, to h_ll is where i’ma send ’em
after i skin ’em and spit some venom in ’em
i run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters
who spark buddahs and f_ck thick b_tches with large hooters
yo, i’m the n_gga that be jumping on your stereo
when i walk the streets the b_tches be tapping they friends, like, “there he go”
never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow
try to tax mines and you’ll be on the news tomorrow
’cause i never was the type to start beefs
but i spark creeps on dark streets and stop their heart beats
to h_ll with silly games, i play survival sports
sometimes i be in the crib, stressed the f_ck out, with suicidal thoughts
all my life, i’ve been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser
school refuser, drug abuser, born loser
clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn’t funny
a little dummy who tried to k!ll his mother for insurance money
now me and the devil is on the same team
i’ma hit the mainstream with ill raps that’s poison like gangrene
i’m better than every rapper that you thought was raw
peace to all of my peoples out in baltimore
i’m not a coward, and fronting on me, i won’t allow it
i’m high powered, f_cking freak b_tches like adina howard
front and get your belly torn, i keep a pelle on
i’m f_cking with grey poupon and dom pérignon
on the ave, i pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots
you ain’t tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots (jump shots)
my style is hard like strong lumber
cute chicks get the d_ck, ugly b_tches get the wrong number
[outro: big l]
139, lenox ave
harlem sh_t

- big l errol holden

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