Cam'Ron - From Harlem feat Sen City lyrics

rate me

Yo, where them thugs at, them niggas fucking with me

But where the sun splat

We aiming right at the d's, but where the thugs at

Somebody roll up the trees, yo where the thugs at

We fuck with nothing but keys, but where the love at

I'm like a drum in you... after the club...

The bitches coming with me, you rocking ... caps

On a convertible V, but where my girl at

Don't be disturbing my fish,

You get your mug clapped, just for sucking your teeth

Oh where the ...drown as fuck, going to sea

But where the rug at, roll them up by feet

You block flood that

Tell you it's nothing to me, we puff puff black

Tell you it's something to see, the way we chuck that

With unbelievable speed, these hoes are rug rats

Want me to stuff them with cheese

But yo, they love that

I tell her get on the knees like yo

I'm from Harlem, can't fuck bout no D's

My partners popping, pistols cracking, dutches rollers and leaves

Till the attacks and tears running when I leave

Ass hit the section, nasty as I wanna be

Sucka nigga's, we just push them to the left

Yeah that's me and ... grab your chest, hold your breath

It ain't science baby, I get this paper than we fine baby

We never get around, I go straight to the top

The girl's a landmine, trying to blow up your spot

But hit the landline,

When you go to the spot, that's how I plan mine

Make sure you load up your Glock and take your damn time

When you control in the track, that blow your damn mind

And put it right on your lap, but this the last time

Don't be running your track, because I blast mine

I'll put some caps in your cap but look

Won't clown me, 44 mac, ak29, surround me

Ran from the bounty damn they found me

Time in the county but they won't drown me

Bumping the roads, coping the load

...I'm coming and gunning put one of your hoes

Old girlfriends wanna make up, soon as I get my weight up

Hold up tell you straight up, I wouldn't give you my shake up

Part me as I bake up, I'm bout to raise that rate up

So you can get your hate up, I'ma scrape that plate up, wait up, wait up

I'm from Harlem, can't fuck bout no D's

My partners popping, pistols cracking, dutches rollers and leaves

Till the attacks and tears running when I leave

Ass hit the section, nasty as I wanna be

Sucka nigga's, we just push them to the left

Yeah that's me and ... grab your chest, hold your breath

It ain't science baby, I get this paper than we fine baby.