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Harlem Streets (Album Version (Edited))

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Cam'Ron

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Lời bài hát: Harlem Streets (Album Version (Edited))

Lời đăng bởi: nct.phongdq

Killa, killa, dipset man

Aye yo, you know I've been all over the mother***ing world man

But ain't no place like Harlem man

Let me break it down man We tie dynamite to the rhino type, Whine you might find yo sight

Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China

I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor

Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya

My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya

Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm

Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong

Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along

Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong

First visit warn, day job tick a tron

Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don

Brother Chris and Don, and they sister Calm

They sell yay, you'll say yay, this ***'s the bomb I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga pawn

The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom

You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm

And they father come from a long list of dons

And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers

And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia

But I give you an earful, it's tearful

Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful Why I feel like I'm loosin' weight?

Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin' weight

My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year

Cop a boat, hop a layer

Now the army suit's cute wit my chocolate Airs

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me

I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls

When a nigga under the world Everybody like Cam got the recipe now

Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child

Specially equities, wreckin' we smile

In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile

The tech with the deceptive, receptive affiles

Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales

Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail

Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals

And the house, I was the head of the hills, ***

You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb happy

Go to the gun show, get gun happy

Stuck, killed, mugged, milt

Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk

Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells

We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains

See dog, rap is my aim

But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains

It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the range

Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see

Playboy, I don't own that man

In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, *** And when I rap it ain't no punchlines

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

If they find that stashbox, just one time

***, they'll put the dogs in the trunk

Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a ***

They want that button, lunge it and push it

Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine

Take my chances, one on one with the K9

Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips

*** y'all if y'all ain't feelin' the dips Why I feel like I'm loosin' weight?

Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin' weight

My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year

Cop a boat, hop a layer

Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate ears

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me

I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls

When a nigga under the world

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