[Cam'Ron]
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Uh, This that Harlem music right here
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This that diddy bop, let's get ready for the winter music right here
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This what it is
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[Cam'Ron]
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You know me dog I just wanna keep the peace
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But sayin' my name that's only gon lead to beef
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Tell my niggaz chill but they wanna heat the streets
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Or do it on record check it, we spit heat to beats
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[Juelz Santana]
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Everybody welcomin' this and welcomin' that
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He wasn't welcome in the first place how we welcome him back
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[Un Kasa]
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Gimmie that Mack let me work him wit that
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Tell Mr. Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolly track, now prolly that
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[Cam'ron]
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Listen, y'all stop it, I know you apalled dot it
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But this my call by the false prophet, all profit
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Harlem hustla, I can't at all knock it
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But you hard when you go in the lords Pocket
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What you offerin' put it right in offerin'
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They take it all, cash, credit, silver down the porcelin'
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Look at the porche he's in, and give a portionin'
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No handicap, annie or and orphan friend, friend
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But the sizzurp I'm drinkin' on, birds I'm bankin' on
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Get cha Kirk Franklin on, word, so get ya Ben Franklin on
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Just when you think it's wrong, one blink he's gone
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[Hook]
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Father forgive us but we gon take him to church
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Father forgive us and the truth it hurts
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Father forgive us and that won't work
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No no no no no way, AY
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[Cam'Ron]
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Yo you try and handle us, get on the air and damage us
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Screamin' out Harlem World, like you ain't just abandon us
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Well let me fill you in, now its a whole clan of us
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Blink so mad he went and beat us Cannibus
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Then Zeek got shot, then Zeek locked up
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E got Killed then, B popped up
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But B hopped up, and stil poke out his Chest
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I'm Probation, Doe on house arrest
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Right out the flesh, sit in the house and rest
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He don't pout get em gear, in the house we fresh
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Not that you care, just get it clear and think
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One glare and wink, everyone wearin pink
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I'm the reason that ya two rings are clear, yeah
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I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, ya hear
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Now we take trips, casino's, lovely homes
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We check on Lodi mom's, Meano, Huddy Combs
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Homes, You tryna fake wit Cardan
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Par-dan, we gon leave him naked like Tarzan, aw damn
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[Hook]
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[Cam'Ron]
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Yo, I kill diamonds get wit pearls, I ain't tryna kid the world
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I ain't got beef, when I do I say "Get em Girls"
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Not at this dog, we just heard the frontin'
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Do Harlem a favor, give the churches somethin'
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A rec' center, in the winter where they youth can play
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they don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray
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I'm no better, still move a duece a day
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Thats two keys, I still move VA
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Found the new-away, my crew do and say
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Fists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away
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[1/2 Hook]
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[Talking to the end]
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Take 'Em To Church
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The Diplomats |