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big l – harlem nights (l corleone) كلمات اغاني

(bloodshed)
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 n_gga 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 sh_t 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 f_cking 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
(chorus)
“it ain’t where you’re form it’s where you at” _ rakim
so when you walk through harlem f_ggot watch your back
“it ain’t where you’re from it’s where you at” _ rakim
so when you walk through harlem f_ggot watch your back

(cam’ron)
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 scr_pes them like a sculpture, living out my f_cking 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 b_st_rd 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 n_ggas 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 n_ggas wanna scr_p, bro
and i’ma end the sh_t, kid on that note
(chorus)
“it ain’t where you’re form it’s where you at” _ rakim
so when you walk through harlem f_ggot watch your back
“it ain’t where you’re from it’s where you at” _ rakim
so when you walk through harlem f_ggot watch your back

(big l)
my cl!ck 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 f_ggots “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 f_ggot 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 n_gga disrespect l, to h_ll 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 f_ck thick b_tches with large hooters
beat n_ggas with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics
cause where i’m from n_ggas 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
(chorus)
“it ain’t where you’re form it’s where you at” _ rakim
so when you walk through harlem f_ggot watch your back
“it ain’t where you’re from it’s where you at” _ rakim
so when you walk through harlem n_gga watch your back

- big l

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