Darrell "Digga" Branch - Harlem USA (Second Version) lyrics

[Cam'Ron] Now I'm off on a rendezvous, disponible n***as is comical, but I'm phenomenal Jiggin n***as abdominals, and solarplexes I got to test I get my tech and wetcha No need to make no lecture cause I'm taking all the extras Moves my heat makes, shooting and stabbing everyone my peeps hate The k**a "Sweepstakes" robbing you cheap skates From each state, I love b**hes with swollen hips Dice to roll on "trips" got stolen clips I hold and spit to get your colon split, n***a Cause when I get vexed, I split necks, looking around to seeing which one I'm hit next, I lived inside a Trip-Plex I used to get Wic checks, but that wasn't even my theme Started clapping for that cream, robbing Tavern on the Green To get away parolers with my soldiers, a bunch of high rollers That throw boulders, shooting women that push the strollers And that's the way that the baddest act, matter fact Where the f** my gat is at? I live for d** and rat-tat-tat [Hook: repeat 2X] It don't matter what you do or say We capping you, kilo capital, Harlem (Uptown) USA [Bloodshed] From here to Mexico, I clean up, like "The Professional" Blessing you, with hollow point joints inside your ventrical I rap exceptional, captivate you like I have to hate you Deactivate you from your brain then decapitate you Then the coroners dispute, I toss fellas f** Red and Blue I step to gang members wearing "Cross Colors" So stpe to this thirst from first Ave Get your mother's purse grab, my shooty got more bodies Then a hearse have I'm leaving n***as thicker than the resevoir So if you stressing hard, I'll leave your whole f**ing chest in jars Mics I be tearing them, from here to Maryland I'm known to bury men and drug mics with more dope then her-ion I stash cash ain't no need for flashing I love my techs more then s** so I guess I'm into "Heat & Pa**ion" So take heed to what this thug said Don't find out why they call me Bloodshed or you might wind up with your mug spread [Hook] [Cam'Ron] I'm badgering, I stick the dagger in Your neck is staggering, my pistol patering is flaterring Your blood is splaterring, your family's gathering I make proposals that are murderous "That n***a k**a bugging notify Social Services" And I stuck my dick in your daughter Buck at the door, f**ing the slore and Running from cops, ducking reporters Wetting n***as like buckets of water I'll rip you down with one clip When my gun spit, run quick and don't come Uptown with that dumb sh** [Hook] [Bloodshed] Aiyyo my lyrics sound ill I stay will a frown grill I'm quick to let a round spill like homey the clown film I smash fools like cashews Extort j**els and cash rules Ain't in vestes, then I just hold the weapon then blast duke I'll knock you out just like a sleep drug You think you can defeat cus? Well, I don't think that you can compete cause What this ba*tard write be blasting mics To drastic heights, I break backs in fights Attack with knifes I jack and slice [Hook]