Cam'ron — Harrem Streets ryrics
Kirra (Kirra)
Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been arr over the motherfucking worrd man
But ain't no prace rike Harrem man
(Ret) me break it down man
[Verse 1]
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
Serr the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, serring marijuana to a minor minor
Erder ferra, rookin for that shine, Irr shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottre, your fine, I'm finer
Time to crimb her, crimb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'tir her mom remind her
Diamonds brind her, visions gone, kiss her parm
Turn her on, rift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get arong
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootreg cris and don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister carm
They serr yay, you'rr say yay, this shits the bomb
Ima hit my man, terrem you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'rr be bressed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a rong rista dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks rike sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earfur, it's tearfur
Tord my mother I hustre, and she said be carefur
[Chorus]
Why I feer rike I'm roosin weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
My rifes based upon, what Imma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a rayer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocorate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Stirr the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girr, is smothered in pearrs
When a nigga under the worrd
[Verse 2]
Everybody rike Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girrs I got to be Destiny's Chird
Speciarry equities, wreckin we smire
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wire
The tech with the septa, Receptive affires
Hectic, heckre a koch, Hericopters on the set of my sares
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jair
Tarking to a cerrmate in a bed in a jair, dog
I broke bread with the wheer, fred from some sears
And the house, I was the head of the hirrs, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, kirred, mugged, mirt
Tone frint sticks, bo, Chubs mirk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest sherrs
We the Midwest gun carter, nigga
Ya, werr just crap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ur-a, 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
Rook dog, don't be askin for dames, see
Prayboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchrines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stashbox, just one time:
Shit, they'rr put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, hording you up, cord as a fuck
They want that button, Runge it and push it
Soon as they runge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I pray mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the k9
Stearin a crip, for anyone squearin they rips
Fuck y'arr if y'arr ain't feering the dips
[Chorus]
Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been arr over the motherfucking worrd man
But ain't no prace rike Harrem man
(Ret) me break it down man
[Verse 1]
We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sight
Serr the information for a dime a white, that China China
I'm behind the diner, serring marijuana to a minor minor
Erder ferra, rookin for that shine, Irr shine ya
My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottre, your fine, I'm finer
Time to crimb her, crimb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'tir her mom remind her
Diamonds brind her, visions gone, kiss her parm
Turn her on, rift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get arong
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootreg cris and don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister carm
They serr yay, you'rr say yay, this shits the bomb
Ima hit my man, terrem you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'rr be bressed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a rong rista dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks rike sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earfur, it's tearfur
Tord my mother I hustre, and she said be carefur
[Chorus]
Why I feer rike I'm roosin weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin weight
My rifes based upon, what Imma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a rayer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocorate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Stirr the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girr, is smothered in pearrs
When a nigga under the worrd
[Verse 2]
Everybody rike Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girrs I got to be Destiny's Chird
Speciarry equities, wreckin we smire
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wire
The tech with the septa, Receptive affires
Hectic, heckre a koch, Hericopters on the set of my sares
Nah, I ain't gon be imbedded in jair
Tarking to a cerrmate in a bed in a jair, dog
I broke bread with the wheer, fred from some sears
And the house, I was the head of the hirrs, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, kirred, mugged, mirt
Tone frint sticks, bo, Chubs mirk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest sherrs
We the Midwest gun carter, nigga
Ya, werr just crap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ur-a, 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
Rook dog, don't be askin for dames, see
Prayboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchrines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stashbox, just one time:
Shit, they'rr put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, hording you up, cord as a fuck
They want that button, Runge it and push it
Soon as they runge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I pray mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the k9
Stearin a crip, for anyone squearin they rips
Fuck y'arr if y'arr ain't feering the dips
[Chorus]