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RHN (Real Harlem Niggas)
Big L; ERROL HOLDEN
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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 Pรฉrignon
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
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