CHILDREN OF THE CORN - Harlem U.S.A. (Uptown) lyrics

[Cam'Ron]

Aiyo

You better back up, or y'all get smacked up

Or better yet clapped up, I dare your ass to act up

You hear me, yeah I rather off that you near me

I'd rather have you fear me, then have your mother teary eyed

Flowers, candles, 40 bottles where he died

Know he lied (But the young kid had to show his pride)

See I run with Mr. Kid, y'all have a twisted wig

Playing R.Kelly, when you know my ass Mr. Biggs

Right fella, you don't want no parts of me par

Come deep, THREE CARS, wild kids from P.R

On the creep (yeah) straight from the street

And the number 1 rule don't shit where you eat

Cause I had them hired, they come back they wired

Asking me for work, but I told them I retired

Cause I seen the scripture, change up and bitch up

So when you come to me yo believe you getting frisked up

Why

[Chorus]

It don't matter what you do or say

We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem USA

[x2]

[Bloodshed]

COC's the Posse, roll like the Nazis

Blood Debiasi, rule like Kadafi

Coming out of Harlem the land of the stardom

Yeah huh we ballin' driving we start them

Problems we solve 'em, .38 revolve 'em

Flee from the scene quick

Hop in the beam whip

Like we ain't seen shit

Shook cats is calling

Sneaky undercovers cause you know that they be all in

The business, always trying to lock us with the quickness

Have a nigga suit and tie, standing on the witness

Front and be a goner, or just play the corner

Smoke the marijuana, aka ganja from California

Makes me feel calmer, dealing with the streets, they hot like a suana

The block spot musclers, low high jeans fiends is customers

Here in the land of the hustlers

[Chorus]

It don't matter what you do or say

We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem USA

[x2]