RHN (Real Harlem Niggas)

No disrespect, man

But this ain't for them niggas that went out of town and start living there and all that

And-and shacked up with some half orig-, with some half original bitch

That's his wife now, he got a job

I ain't talking to them niggas, man

I'm talking about real Harlem niggas, man

That been here, stayed here

If they went out for town, they was there for two days and came right back (yes)

That's it

All that staying out of town shit and that

"This where you from now," and all that

Man, kiss my ass, man, I'm not none of that, man (that's a fact)

This is Harlem shit

My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome

You should've known not to roam through the Danger Zone

In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest

We sending faggots all the way to Heaven like Doug Fresh

Big L grew up in the slums of greed, known for drawing guns with speed

And selling tons of weed 'cause I got sons to feed

And it's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks

Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost-notes

And it's a must that I commence to slaying

Any faggot MC who goes against the grain

I'ma smoke Pataki ass, and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooley

I keep a tooly for any moolie who act fooly

So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'ma send 'em

After I skin 'em and spit some venom in 'em

I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters

Who spark buddahs and fuck thick bitches with large hooters

Yo, I'm the nigga that be jumping on your stereo

When I walk the streets, the bitches be tapping they friends, like, "There he go"

Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow

Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow

'Cause I never was the type to start beefs

But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop their heart beats

To hell with silly games, I play survival sports

Sometimes I be in the crib, stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts

All my life, I've been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser

School refuser, drug abuser, born loser

Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny

A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money

Now me and the devil is on the same team

I'ma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene

I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw

Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore

I'm not a coward, and fronting on me, I won't allow it

I'm high-powered, fucking freak bitches like Adina Howard

Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on

I'm fucking with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon

On the ave, I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots

You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots (jump shots)

My style is hard like strong lumber

Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong number

139, Lenox Ave

Harlem shit