Lyrics:

My people believe that this area was very special
And you mean weird?
Mm, this place has power
Ay yo, yo
Hey, yo, come in
Yeah what's up man?
Hey, what's up, where that money gone?
Yo, it's upstairs
Yo you lyin', kid
Like he said are you lyin' man?
I'll be right back man!
You lyin', where's it at?
I'll be right back it's upstairs
You wan' go upstairs?
Leggo upstairs real quick
I'ma send you upstairs, ite?
You wanna go upstairs, I'ma send ya ass upstairs
Yo chill, chill, chill (Yo I'll send you upstairs)
Chill! (Ha upstairs, nigga)
Yo, I'm mad vexed, gimme your address
And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver
As the bullets travel through your liver
This nigga bloodshed is mad rough
Battlin' me is like jumpin' inside a river
While you're handcuffed
My fist is more nasty than Travel Fox
My silhouette's inside intensive care
Because I like to shadowbox
My gat makes more noise than Roman candles
I stay in murder scandles
And dust the fingerprints off burner handles
And I left Jehovah slain, I don't cry over pain
'Cause I puff phat dimes of novacaine
Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter
I raped this man's daughter, put the shit on camcorder
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 inked him twice
About his fuckin' son and wife
After that, loaded the gat and let the lead start flyin'
That shit is death defyin', they needed dental records to identify him
I had beef with this priest, his name was Father Clyde
That's how he died, I had somethin' put on his side, formaldehyde
I get more high than frequencies, no one gets as deep as me
Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
Hey yo, I'm a cat with nine lives but everyday I risk 'em
Pop shot the Glock at the cop and missed him
Now he's all up in the system
Upstate, payin' the crime, slaving the time
My mother's down here prayin' 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 street's full of smoke from guns and people gettin' puffed out
I snuff them like the sparks are livin' out my fuckin' culture
My crew's a bunch of vultures with the 38s and holsters
And I quick to hurt a fool, for 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 packin' 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
I'll blast your waist, a casket trace
Well me and this bastard Mase, drop at a tragic place
'Cause uptown it ain't nothin' sweet, it's just guns and grief
Tons of beef, and little niggas run the streets
And pop the boots for lots of loot
Even sell a cop a deuce, on top of roofs
Be sure be careful 'cause the Glock is loose
And I'ma choke you like a capsule, if niggas wanna scrap, boat
And I'm end the shit, kid on that note
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
My click is quick to put a bullet through a stranger's dome
They should've known not to roam through the dangerzone
And Harlem is where the thugs rest in a slugfest
We sendin' faggots all the way to Heaven, like Doug Fresh
Big L, grow up in the slums of greed
I'm known for drawin' guns with speed, and sellin' tons of weed
'Cause I got sons to feed, and it's a must that I commence to slain
Any faggot MC who goes against the grain
And I'ma smoke Pataki's ass and Rudloph Giuli' like a Woolie
Keep a toolie for any moolie who act fooley
So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'ma send 'em
After I skin 'em, to spit some venom in 'em
Run with intruders, looters, and sharpshooters
Who spark Buddahs and fuck thick bitches with large hooters
Beat niggas with lead pipes, leave trails of dead mics
'Cause where I'm from niggas' jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules, that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts for sellin' pounds of coke
Frontin' my town to get a tech stuck down your throat
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, nigga, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, nigga, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, nigga, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at
So when you're walkin' through Harlem, faggot, watch your back
It ain't where you're from it's where you at