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Harlem Streets
by Cam'ron

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, Ill shine ya
My mind design, 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
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 Kris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
Im 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 a 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

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 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 septa, receptive affiliates
Hectic, heckle a cock, Helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon be embedded 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 ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, Bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, Baba, but got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog ? rap is my aim

But I'm a hust-ul-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
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 stash box, just one time?
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holding 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 feeling the dips


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Mikey Russell

"I told my mother I hustle and she said be careful” 💯

Loyal Philly fan

She let him hustle cause he makes sure she smothered in pearls even when he under the world.

Justin Hawkina

This that hill street blues theme lol


What’s funny

Darryl Walker

Foreal you ain’t lying about that

Seven Kingston

This song right here is the reason I listen to Cam'Ron

Jamal Ford


Jonathan Arechaga

This the one that put me on cam too

Jonathan Arechaga


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