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]