Big L — Harlem nights L Corleone

(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 nigga 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 shit 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 fucking 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 faggot watch your back "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot 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 scrapes them like a sculpture, living out my fucking 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 bastard 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 niggas 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 niggas wanna scrap, bro And I'ma end the shit, kid on that note (Chorus) "It ain't where you're form it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back (Big L) My click 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 faggots "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 faggot 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 nigga disrespect L, to hell 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 fuck thick bitches with large hooters Beat niggas with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics Cause where I'm from niggas 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 faggot watch your back "It ain't where you're from it's where you at" - Rakim So when you walk through Harlem nigga watch your back