Harlem Nights lyrics

[Intro: Ned Romero & Terence Knox]
My people believe that this area was very special
You mean weird?
No, this place has power

[Skit: Killa Cam, Duke Da God & Bloodshed]
Ayo, yo, ayo, come here
Yo, what's up man?
What's up, where that money at?
Yo, it's upstairs
Yo, he lyin', Cam
Bloodshed, he lyin', Bloodshed?
He lyin'
Yo, yo, I'll be right back man
Yo, Bloodshed, he lyin'?
He lyin' (Where it's at?)
I'll be right back, it's upstairs
You wanna go upstairs?
I'll go upstairs real quick
I'ma send you upstairs, aight?
You wanna go upstairs, I'ma send your ass upstairs
Yo, chill, chill, chill
Yo, I'll send you upstairs
Yo, chill— *gunshots*
Ha, upstairs, n*gga
[Verse 1: 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
Battlin' me is like jumpin' inside the river while you're handcuffed
Fists is more nasty 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 scandals and dust the fingerprints off burner handles
And I left Jehovah slain, I don't cry over pain
'Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine
Murder astrologists, mad cases of manslaughter
I raped this man's daughter, put the sh*t on camcorder
Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th
Her pops tried to flex, and bass is when the TEC's correct and spit in his face
Her brother Dice tried to get sheist, I took his life with a knife
And ain't think twice about his f*ckin' son and wife
After that, Ioaded the gat and let the lead start flyin'
The sight was death defyin', they needed dental records to identify him
I had beef with this priest, his name was Father Clyde
Bust how he died, head severed, pickled inside formaldehyde
I get more high than frequencies, no one gets as deep as me
Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me

[Chorus: Rakim & Killa Cam]
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
[Verse 2: Killa Cam]
Ayo, I'm a cat with nine lives, but every day I risk 'em
Pop shot the Glock at the cop and missed him, now he's all up in the system
Upstate, payin' the crime, slavin' the time
My mother's down here prayin' for mine
'Cause I'm like Schneider, livin' one day at a time
Harlem's a rough route, get snuffed out in a tough bout
The streets is full of smoke from guns and people gettin' puffed out
I stay stoned like a sculpture, livin' out my f*cking culture
My crew's a bunch of vultures with the .38s in holsters
And I'm quick to hurt a fool, for 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 MAC and pound
And strap 'em down to clap them clowns, I never seen a cap and gown
And I'm a basket case, I'll bash your face and blast and wait 'fore caps get traced
While me and this bast*rd Mase drop the chick at your place
'Cause Uptown, it ain't nothin' sweet, it's just guns and grief
Tons of beef, and little n*ggas run the streets
And poppin' boots for lots of loot
Even sell a cop a deuce on top of roofs
But yo, be careful bud, the Glock is loose
And I'ma choke you like a cat's throat, if n*ggas wanna strap? Boat
And I'ma end the sh*t, kid, on that note

[Chorus: Rakim & Killa Cam]
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
[Verse 3: Big L]
My clique is quick to put 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 slug-fest we sendin' faggots all the way to Heaven like Doug Fresh
Big L grew up in the slums of greed
I'm known for drawin' guns with speed and sellin' tons of weed
'Cause I got sons to feed
And it's a must that I commence to slayin'
Any faggot MC who goes against the grain
And I'ma smoke Pataki' ass and Rudolph Giuli' like a woolie
Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fool-y
So if a n*gga disrespect L, to Hell is where I'ma send 'em
After I skin him and spit some venom in him
Run with intruders, looters, and sharpshooters
Who spark Buddhas 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 run like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in my town and get a TEC stuck down your throat

[Chorus: Rakim & Killa Cam]
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, n*gga, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, n*gga, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, n*gga, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
So when you walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at