Harlem U.S.A. (Harlem Version) Children of the Corn

[Intro]
Harlem, New York is a state of mind

[Verse 1: Killa Cam]
Ayo, you better back up or you'll get smacked up
Or better yet clapped up, I dare your ass to act up
You hear me? Yeah, I rather off that you near me (Yeah)
I'd rather have you fear me, then have your mother teary eyed
Flowers, candles, forty bottles where he died
Know he lied (But the young kid had to show his pride)
See, I run with Mr. Kid, y'all have a twisted wig
Playing R.Kelly, when you know my ass Mr. Biggs
Right, fella? You don't want no parts of me, par
Come deep, three cars, wild kids from PR
On the creep (Yeah), straight from the street
And the number one rule: don't shit where you eat
'Cause I had 'em hired, they come back, they wired
Askin' me for work, but I told 'em I retired
'Cause I seen 'em switch up, change up, and bitch up
So, when you come to me, yo, believe you gettin' frisked up
Why?

[Chorus: Bloodshed & Killa Cam]
It don't matter what you do or say
We cappin' you, kilo capital, Harlem, USA
It don't matter what you do or say
We cappin' you, kilo capital, Harlem, USA