Harlem

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

They be bug tappin, cause they be tappin bugs

They get they mugs slapped, doubled back, platnom slugs

Where thugs act for love, children get smacked for hugs

R. Kelly mad, ssnatch Michael Jackson's glove

Yeah, I rape them kids, go to court, smack the judge

Guns get placed in wigs, ribs, me after love

I teach m mad grammar, rap m up, bandana

Fuck m like my man Tana, in the ass, bad Santa

Make m a vegetable, but just like m, I got cabbage

No guns, beef and brocks

All my J's got Cabbage

Told you on the facts of life, that just my rock cabin

Jot that, and stop scratchin', knife game, I stab it

Here come the yellow cabs, driving in a super car

Stupid, you want my yellow bags, they come right to the stupid cars

It get stupid hot, sorta like a poodle spot

50 o with his Looger cocked

Shooter told me maneuver not

That's when I threw the rocks, 2 inside my newest sock

Two of m pop, sucker please

Stuff your weed, bro I'm hot

Doggy done knew my clock

The mailbox my glovin spot

Up the stairs, Avis crib, I know what door is never locked

She better not, I had a pop

Bread, so she fed some

Hotty ain't nobody, just some body I get some head from

Bunch of head hung, butter her bread buns

If she turn fed 1, you'll find her with her head bunned

[Chorus: Cam'ron]

Put your fist up, crisp up, wrist up

Big cars, big trucks, Harlem world, bitch, what

We'll take your money, we'll take your honey

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Fuck Warner Brothers, you better warn your brothers

Warn your aunts, warn your mothers, I'll leave more than covers

I get money from heads, I put money on heads

Ain't nothing funny, money hungry, put the money to bed

I get money on beds, tell you thunnies and feds

Honeys and dreads, Killa kills m, get a 20 then fled

And it's tight ill, I let my light spill

I had a coke kite, but don't like some Night Quill

It was just a dream, from an ounce of weed

Some baby mother threats, some gangstas down to bleed

Started in 6 80, next stop, brick of tasty

This shit amaze me, good cologne, check the scent, this shit amazing

Watch your homie scramble, to his only gamble

He had it now, he playing nothing, Naomi Campbell

Yeah, ma, that's grass in my fist, they offer fashion tips

Gass spit, it's fast, ain't it

I'm rapping, being passionate

Won't sign no broken deal, because I know the deal

I'm the flyest, don't be biased, you know what's real

Fuck your fathers set, I stay locked in tent

You won't jerk me, I ain't thirsty, I'll provide the bench

They say my pride is bent, na, I just ride the rent

I ain't no ass kisser, cocksucker is what I meant

And yeah, I grab the block, that's my hobbie

Maskin' up, I ball, and I always had the rock

No zip to address me, no school to test me

Come aproach, I'm in ghost, like SP

First the album Harlem World, sold 3 million

Up next, 3 mill women

A 3 million million

No diss to Lil Kim, I had a crush on you

So Ma$e and Un call me, then I wrote Crush On You

You catch act live, but you stacked Jive

I do the sairemony, Cam's now baptised

I be in Bergdorf, Bloomingdales, Saks 5

I got a blue 6, green 7, black 5

We like the Temptations, FourTops, Jack 5

I got guns, Muggsy, LeBron, Shaq size

Plus, Coke dope, PCP, crack pies

[Chorus: Cam'ron]

Put your fist up, crisp up, wrist up

Big cars, big trucks, Harlem world, bitch, what

We'll take your money, we'll take your honey