"RHN (Real Harlem Niggas)" lyrics

Big L & Errol Holden Lyrics

"RHN (Real Harlem Niggas)"

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My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome
You should've known not to roam through the Danger Zone
In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest
We sending faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh
Big L grew up in the slums of greed
Known for drawing guns with speed
And selling tons of weed
'Cause I got sons to feed
And it's a must that my toast smokes
I'm not like most folks
Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost-notes

And it's a must that I commence to slaying
Any faggot MC who goes against the grain
I'ma smoke Pataki ass, and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooley
I keep a tooly for any moolie who act fooly
So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'mma send 'em
After I skin em' and spit some venom in 'em
I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters
Who spark Buddhas and fuck thick bitches with large hooters
Yo, I'm the nigga that be jumping on your stereo
When I walk the streets the bitches be tapping they friends, like there he go!
Never had rules to follow
None of my jewels are hollow
Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow

'Cause I never was the type to start beefs
But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop their heart beats
To hell with silly games, I play survival sports
Sometimes I be in the crib, stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts
All my life I've been a lady bruiser
A wrong chooser
School refuser
Drug abuser
Born loser
Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny
A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money

Now me and the devil is on the same team
I'm 'a hit the mainstream
With ill raps that's poison like gangrene
I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw
Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore

I'm not a coward
And fronting on me, I won't allow it
I'm high powered
Fucking freak bitches like Adina Howard
Front and get your belly torn
I keep a Pelle on
I'm fucking with Grey Poupon
And Dom Pérignon

On the ave I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots
You ain't tough, the only thing you shooting is jump shots
My style is hard like strong lumber
Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong number


Writer(s): Christopher Wishlade, Lindsey Joseph, Napon Pintong, Robert Mandell, Lamont Coleman, Adam Guindi, Errol Holden
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