Killa
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This that Harlem Music Right Here.
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This that Diddy Bop, Get ready for the winter music.
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That's what it is.
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Killa, Dip Set,
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[Cam'Ron Verse]
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Uh, Uh
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You know me dawg, i just wanna keep the peace
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But saying my name, that's only gonna lead to beef
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Tell my niggas chill, but they wanna heat the streets (Be Easy)
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Or do all the records, Check-it who spit beef to heat
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[Juelz Santana Verse]
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Everybody Welcoming this, Welcoming that
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He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back?
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Give me the Mac, let me welcome with that
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Tell “Mr. Rogers? I leave his brains on the trolley track
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Now prolly that
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[Cam'Ron Verse]
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Listen, ya'll Stop It (Stop)
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Know you appalled dotted
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But this my call by the force prophet, all profit (all profit)
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Harlem Hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
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But you hard, when you go in the lord's pocket.
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What you offering, put it, write an offer in
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They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver, down to porcelin
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Look at the Porsche he's in (look at it)
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Then Give them portioning (To Who?)
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No handicap, Annie Rag, orphan friends
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Friends, but the sizzurp I'm drinking on
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Birds I'm thinking on
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Get your Kirk Franklin on
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Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on
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Just when you think it's wrong
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One blink, he's gone (damn)
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[Chorus]
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Father Forgive us
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We gon take him to church
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Father Forgive us
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And it's the truth it hurts
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Father Forgive us
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And that won't work
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No, No, No, No, No Way
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[Cam'Ron 2nd verse]
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Yo, you try to handle us
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Get on the air and damage us
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Screaming out Harlem (huh) like you ain't just a fan to us (Where you been at?)
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Well let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us
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Blink so mad, he went and beat up Canibus
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Zeke got shot then Zeke locked up (then)
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E got killed (what else?) B popped up
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But B hopped up and still broke out his chest
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On probation, Doe on house arrest (what up Doe)
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Right out the flesh
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Sit in a house and rest
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He don't pout, get him gear, in the house he fresh (Fresssh)
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Not that you care, just getting clear and think
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One glare and wink
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Everyone wearing pink
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I'm the reason that your two rings are clear (Yeh, What Else?)
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I'm the reason that your ear rings is square (Yeh, hear?)
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Now we take trips to casinos, to lovely homes
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You check on Lotti's mom, Minos, Honeycombs (Homes)
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You trying to fake it with cardem, pardon
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You gonna leave them naked like Tarzan
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[Cam'ron Talking]
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Kudo Love know that too.
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Holler at Kudo, ask Nelly about him.
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[Chorus]
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[Cam'Ron 3rd verse]
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Yo, Yo
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I kill diamonds, get with pearls
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I ain't trying kid the world
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I ain't got beef, when I do, I say “Get ‘Em Girls?
Not a diss dawg (nope) we just heard the fronting (Heard It)
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Do Harlem a favor (What?) get a church or something (something)
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A rec center in the winter where the youth can play
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They don't even shoot the jay
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sell drugs, shoot and spray
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I'm knownbetter, still moving deuce a day
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Two, that's two keys, I still move the Yay (Yayo)
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Found a newer way
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My crew do and say
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Fist Fights to Shoot Outs, we won't move away
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[Chorus behind Cam'Ron talking]
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All my niggas that held it down the last half a decade.
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My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 139th.
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Black tone, White Tone, 142nd Rell Street.
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And 141st, Tito, My Jamaicans, My Belegians.
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33 33 Polo grounds, St.Nick colonial Jurist.
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Lincoln, Tab, Forster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner.
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Wilson, East River, The 9, 145th St.Nick, 145th Broadway.
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Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th, Manhattan.
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134th and 8th, Powerful what's really popping.
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Sarge hold your head, Freaky Seeky hold your head.
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The O.B.B.O., 151st Amsterdam holla at your boy.
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A.K. Jackie Rob, All my niggas in Harlem.
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Get your hustle on,
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Keep your muzzle strong.
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I know about the blocks you hustle on.
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Take Em To Church
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Cam'ron |