[Bloodshed]

Yo, I'm mad vexed, give me your address

And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver

As the bullets travel through your liver

This nigga bloodshed is mad rough

Battling me is like jumping inside a river while you're handcuffed

My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox

My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like to shadowbox

My gat makes more noise then Roman candles

I stay in murder scandles, and dust the fingerprints of burner handles

And I left Jehovah slain, I don't cry over pain

Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine

Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter

I rape this man's daughter, then put the shit on cam corder

Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th

Her pops tried to flex and bass, then the tech correct

and spit in his face, her brother dice tried to get shiest

So I took his life, with a knife, then asked him twice about his fucking son and wife

After that, I load the gat and let the lead start flying

That shit is death defying, now you need dental records to identify him

I had beef with this Priest his name was father Clyde

This how he died, I had seven put on his side, and fulled him with formaldehyde

I get more high then frequencies, no one gets ass deep as me

Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me

 

[Chorus]

[Rakim] "It ain't where you're form it's where you at"

So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

[Rakim] "It ain't where you're from it's where you at"

So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

 

[Cam'Ron]

Yo, I'm a cat with 9 live, but everyday I risk them

Pop shots the glock at the cop and missed him now he's all up in the system

Upstate, buying for crime, slaving the time

My mother down here praying for mine

Cause I'm like Snider, living one day at a time

Harlem's a rough route, get snuffed out in a tough bout

The streets is full of smoking guns from people getting puffed out

I scrap them like a sculpture, living out my fucking culture

My crews a bunch of vultures with the .38s and holsters

And I quick to hurt a fool, cause money got that murder pull

And don't leave my house without the guns, mask and surgicals

Don't tell me how I act and sound, I pack a mack and pound

And strap them down to clap them clowns, I never seen a cap and gown

and I'm a basketcase, I'll bash your face, and blast your waist

In a casket trace, cause me and this bastard Mase, drop at a tragic place

Cause uptown it ain't nothing sweet, it's just guns a grief

Tons of beef, and little niggaz run the streets

And pop the boots for lots of loot

Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs

But be careful cause the glocks is loose

And I'ma choke you like a capsule, niggaz wanna scrap? Boat

And I'ma end the shit on that note

 

[Chorus]

[Rakim] "It ain't where you're form it's where you at"

So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back

[Rakim] "It ain't where you're from it's where you at"

So when you walk through Harlem faggot watch your back



[Big L]

My click is quick to pull a bullet through a stranger's dome

You should've known not to roam through the danerzone

In Harlem is where the thugs rest

In a slugfest, we sending faggots "All the Way to Heaven" like Doug Fresh

Big L grow up in the slums of greed

I'm known for drawing guns with speed, and selling tons of weed

Cause I got sons to feed

And it's a must that I commence to slain

Any faggot MC that goes against the grain

And I'ma smoke Pataki's ass and Rudolph Giuli' like a Woolie

Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley

So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'm send them

After I skin him, And spit some venenom in him

Run with introduers, looters and sharpshooters

Who spark buddah and fuck thick bitches with large hooters

Beat niggaz with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics

Cause where I'm from niggaz jewels get run like red lights

Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug related

And we live by the street rules the thugs created

Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts

So front and get a tech shoved down your throat