[Cam'Ron]

Harlem, more than average

Niggas selling tablets for cabbage

The habbits more lavage the savage

Inside the Land rental, y'all know what y'all ran into

Cam's mental, broke this man's dental

Up in Grand Central, we sell cracks for cash makes no difference

Moving coke by the shipments, cause Digga need this equiptment

I stole grams from a foes land, make sure my doughs ran

Bitch I never hold hands, time waits for no man

5-0 not fond of me, cause I'm onerary, they honor me

What the wanna see, racketeering, and laundering

Now I got the E from jake, me and Blood deceased the fake

Man you should've seen some bake, drive out the 318

It was no hypnosis, just a few witnesses

But they'll mind their businesses cause they know who shit this is

Ands went to sign with kis, but don't even mind the Ds

Smoke to keep my mind at ease, but know when it's time to squeeze

Never hurry, bullets flurry, got my own mother worried

Coming up to me with her vision blurry

She said "Cam, I know you stole for the bread

But I'm scared you'll wear a sheet with a hole in your head"

I said Ma, just relax and hold the dough cause when I perish

You'll be passed Mount Everest, sippin Mo on your terrace

Cause that's how it go when you dealing with a strangler

Girls, the misters, and haters, felons, biscuits and bangers

[Hook]

They got luccis, they got doozies

They got fluzzis shooting uzis

They got lawyers, and they doctors

Plus the coppers chasing robbers

For the cheese grab your heat

Cause there's trouble in the street

For the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers

[Bloodshed]

I used to sell rocks, avoided cellblocks

Wearing shell tops, shell shocked, sells for 12 blocks

Cause niggas bell hops yo, cause I reside inside a rough place

Not even a thug safe, fuck around y'all wind up with your mug laced

I wind up in a gun chase, victim of the drug lace

I had to plug a guy in cause he said I sold his little son base

I got the cash, ask the fiends, can't pass up

I'm past bad luck, they mad stuck

Quick fast to blast they ass, what?

You best to come deep homes, cause Blood got the streets sown

Front and get the heat chrome, pressed up on your cheekbone

And get your beef blown, yo, you better get the troops and power

Homicide and dentists, using 12 guages for root canals and

Your wife called cops and said yo "Blood harassed me"

I caught her in the bed with Blassie and beat they fucking ass G

Then I beat they brains in with two chains

Fuck around get you, your whole crew, your ma duke and your boo slain

You're PUTANG, my right hooks leaving swollen jaws

I be toten fours, smoking raws, with no license in stolen cars

When your walk through Harlem, best be prepared for strangers

Cause most of them is stranglers, cause it's bullets, biscuits and bangers

Nigga

[Hook]

They got luccis, they got doozies

They got fluzzis shooting uzis

They got lawyers, and they doctors

Plus the coppers chasing robbers

For the cheese grab your heat

Cause there's trouble in the street

For the girls they all hate, for the fellas, biscuits and bangers

[Cam'Ron]

Now I was in the boogie down getting some ass

I got a beep from my block, had to split so I dashed

And the Killa ain't been around the way for two days

I called my man 4-0 the green Grand from the ways

When I got to my block, if I wasn't in shock

Then I was cause I found out my cousin got shot

They said yo "It was concerning, the germans, they came through

Blazing, and burning, left Blood squirming

A line blast out, but he got his ass out

Then Capone came in the Grand and drove him to the stash house"

Now I run into the house with the tool in my hand

Tried to do in my man, fucking ruined our plan

When I get in the first, tears start to burst

Cause I see a trail of blood thinking the worst

Flowers, casket, hearse, but nah, all I seen was his left leg split

Dude Capone working on him with the First Aid kit

And they told me the scoop on this wild ass please

It was just a graze, in and out his leg

But they came through dead nasty, it was Fred Blassie

Crew shot shit up quick and then fled fastly

Now I'm thinking - over dough or dice?

Come to find out this is all about his hoeing ass wife

And niggas always pulling guns quick over some chick

Motherfucker that's that some dumb shit, but yo this ain't done with

Cause lifestyle, quite foul, lore them to my sight now

Turn them germans into ashes Harlem Night style

And that's how it goes when you dealing with stranglers

Girls, the misters and haters, felons biscuits and bangers