Cam'ron - Harlem USA (Uptown) lyrics

[Cam'Ron] Aiyo You better back up, or y'all get smacked up Or better yet clapped up, I dare your a** 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 a** 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 sh** 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 b**h up So when you come to me yo believe you getting frisked up Why [Hook] It don't matter what you do or say We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem USA (*repeat 2X*) [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' problems we start em Problems we solve 'em, .38 revolve 'em Flee from the scene quick Hop in the beam whip Like we ain't seen sh** 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 n***a 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 [Hook] It don't matter what you do or say We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem USA (*repeat 2X*)