Harlem Streets Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'ron

Killa, killa, dipset man 

Aye yo, you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man 

But ain't no place like Harlem man 

Let me break it down man 

We tie dynamite to the rhino type, Whine you might find yo sight 

Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China 

I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor 

Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya 

My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya 

Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer 

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina 

Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her 

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Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm 

Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong 

Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along 

Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong 

First visit warn, day job tick a tron 

Night time, missed the mom, Bootleg Chris and Don 

Brother Chris and Don, and they sister Calm 

They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shit's the bomb 

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga pawn 

The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom 

You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm 

And they father come from a long list of dons 

And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers 

And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia 

But I give you an earful, it's tearful 

Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful 

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Why I feel like I'm loosin' weight? 

Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin' weight 

My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year 

Cop a boat, hop a layer 

Now the army suit's cute wit my chocolate Airs 

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair 

Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me 

I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls 

When a nigga under the world 

Everybody like Cam got the recipe now 

Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child 

Specially equities, wreckin' we smile 

In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile 

The tech with the deceptive, receptive affiles 

Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales 

Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail 

Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog 

I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals 

And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit 

You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb happy 

Go to the gun show, get gun happy 

Stuck, killed, mugged, milt 

Tone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milk 

Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells 

We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga 

Yeah, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains 

See dog, rap is my aim 

But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game 

A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains 

It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the range 

Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see 

Playboy, I don't own that man 

In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit 

And when I rap it ain't no punchlines 

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time 

No timeouts homeboy, just one time 

If they find that stashbox, just one time 

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk 

Side of the road, holdin' you up, cold as a fuck 

They want that button, lunge it and push it 

Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes 

That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine 

Take my chances, one on one with the K9 

Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips 

Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feelin' the dips 

Why I feel like I'm loosin' weight? 

Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin' weight 

My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year 

Cop a boat, hop a layer 

Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate ears 

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair 

Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me 

I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls 

When a nigga under the world