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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
(Mase)
Let's get it on (Carl Thomas) 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the way I am (Huddy Comb) First of all, I was the worst of all The first born, took my first breath, it was on And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny Was f**ked up 'cause my recipe But I blame my mother 'cause I can't blame no other And that's how my game was discovered My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother But no matter what, I'mma love her She gave me life, even though she got high undercover If she die, I can't find me another But look what you made me Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born When you slid on that crack shit, mom be strong 'Fore long, I realized the same old song Another cat that done bounced on his kid and his spouse At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger It's no time to wonder the money I hunger Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be Started running guns O.T., me and my code D. Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D When the D spot got hot, I went low key Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball Repeat 1 (Nas) What, what, uh You the reason And I thank you, what Check it out Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73 Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me? Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right? Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it Share with my dogs who's here, 'cause there's so many gone Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people Big Stretch, we'll never forget, Allah keeps you Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh Repeat 1 |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
(Mase)
Uh, uh, uh, yo Harlem World gon' make me rich Harlem World gon' take your bitch Harlem World is the place to be This M-A-Dollar Sign-E (Stase) Yo, hold up keep it steady Y'all chicks ain't really ready Y'all sweating Stase already And I ain't pushing a Chevy I ain't even lyin', I ain't even sign People want my back Yo, what's up with that? See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped Tell me do you like what you see Is it tight as could be? No, Mase ain't writing for me And I have no desire to be Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me You could drop me off the same place you found me 'cause it won't be long before you have to crown me If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin' And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? 1 - I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow) I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow) I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low (Loon) Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight Even though we fight, because the dough be like When the dough be right You know we havin a ball Sippin on cristall and all Chicks smile and all Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil Ice on the wrist dial and all But nevertheless, boo there was never a test That stopped me from loving you best I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs Definitely your lips and eyes Them chicks can slide They tryin' to be all in the mix Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip But boo, there's only room for 2 Until I get the coupe for you You know how I do And then you could scoop your crew And do what you wants to do Repeat 1 (Naughty) Naughty, Naughty, Naughty I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older That I be holy Kicks to camp *** floatin' with Naught' A boat and a yacht Was all that I was hopin to rock As a young kid stacked and eventually learned That money was made for that Never meant to be burned Why lets all get this Using that 'I murder you face' I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight But thought *** to that they gon' taste this *** Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick When I die they'll be a headstone big as a *** And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up For the fact, played it back And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors And peranhas a week Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep Lookin' out for B-4's every diamond creek (Huddy Combs) But you slow money, 'cause it's better than no money I only crap out when I play with your money You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money I only hang wit Mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
Featuring Mase, Cardan)
(Mase) Yo, throw the beat on Yeah, yeah, yeah Trackmaster Harlem World, The Movement The Commisioner Cuda Love up above This shit is not a game Ya hear me? (Meeno) Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno First of all, there will be no type of discussion For this money, the industry I'm bum-rushing And trusting who? Never that, only crew And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights Only right, I be the spark that will ignite Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin' And we are holdin' down the track Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin Guess what, what? It's really not too often That I let loose like this, but f**k it Here's a portion with no endorsement Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him Right through him, like I never knew him (Cardan) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here Harlem World'll be the crew of the year And murder niggas, all we do is a year Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here Harlem World'll be the crew of the year And murder niggas, all we do is a year Scream it out (Loon) Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet You creep, niggas know who the thug And that's why Loon never showed you no love You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in F**king with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough And don't need to gimmick to blow When I get it you know nigga, 'cause I visit yo' hoe I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo' Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me How the f**k you gettin' money doin' shows for free? (Cardan & Mase) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here (Harlem World) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year (The Movement) And murder niggas, all we do is a year (All Out) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here (Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) And murder niggas, all we do is a year (C'mon, c'mon) Scream it out (Mase) Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements? Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again? Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again? Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans? Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin' Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin' I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins Is that the same color my brother got sent up in? You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine 'cause in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man 'cause I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in C'mon Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
(Mase)
You make me feel... It's the real thing girl! Talk about it, talk about it What you want, huh? (Cardan) One two, one two Yeah yeah yeah yeah One two, one two Hah hah hah One two, one two Yeah yeah yo, yo, yo Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me Then let you float out on the beach With the string o' yo' "G" I need a pretty momma Silly momma, diddy poppa Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper That get her own chips, push her own six And make me do my sits when I finish my dips (K. Price) 1 - I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy (Stase) Yo, real chicks do real things Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling Always speak my mind whenever I feel things Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing And my real chicks feel what I mean Am I right? Am I tight? Do this chick bring it to the light Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase While you was lovin' John Doe I copped a condo While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down I see it for a fact now, it's intact now It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what I'ma forever rise Rings be tetra-size Girls be petrified It's a heavy meza-ride Repeat 1 (Mase) Yeah kid Harlem on the rise All Out, All Out Yo, you better do what I say yo Get this through your head-o Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o If he could take three shots, he could take four I'm on the low though But wit a lot of dough tho' And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin' Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons Open up a new account just to through G's in Got Blink chick follow me for no reason And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what Harlem World, Harlem World the clique Harlem World the clique, come on now Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (Mase) Yeah kid Harlem on the rise And you don't want no problem with us guys All Out, All Out, All Out M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah Baby Stase Cardan Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink Yeah, yeah Kianna, Stason Yeah, yeah Cuda Love Black Fred Me Chico Wha-what what what what J.M. Lil' Cease Kim Cristal B-Rock Gutter What the... what the, uh You don't stop Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X Bad Boy, yeah So-So Def JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
(Loon)
Uh uh It was the middle of June me and my grand mama Had some free time flew to Panama I was playin' the bar sippin' a Margarita When this chick from Argentina her name Armenita She told me you could make some fast cash You help me change my name from Vasquez to your name Take me to your domain Trick you must be out yo' brain She said it's no game my pops got tons of cocaine And you could have some if you get me on your plane I said here the dealie, you sound silly Think hard, there gotta be another way to get you a green card (Loon) Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me? I promise you, we gon' see the world It 'id be like paradise, baby (Mase) Rosalie you don't know who I suppose to be But whatever you wanna be? You can come go wit' me Her last thoughts thinking I'mma get her a passport Whatever you need ma, just ask for it Now she lunch meat, she look at J like she home free (Female) J, can you really get me in your country? (Sugar J) No lie, I can do whatever I mo' tie, so fly Mami started offering me chochas Certainly the way she flirt wit' me If I get her in the US she work for free Though she nice to me, I'm runnin' twice the G For the right price, she could be a wife to me (Loon) 1 - Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me? I promise you, we gon' see the world It 'id be like paradise, baby 2 - Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me? I promise you, we gon' see the world But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby (Blinky Blink) I got a girl out in Asia, name Malaysia Who was a real bad chick that owns a Bodega She wanted me to save her and make her life greater 'cause her dad hates her and rapes her She tried to get some paper When you wanna leave, I'mma take ya In fact, pack ya things, I got a crib in Jamaica Mami, mi casa a su casa We could do the salsa so, que pasa? She said she had money but it was all in trust funds But I could get a lump sum if I can get her through customs So bring the cake, we gon' swing outta state I'mma make you dream when you awake Yo Loon, sing the break, what Repeat 1 (Huddy Combs) In the middle of Nicaragua, met a mami named Talia Weren't plain, then I caught a boat wit' this dumb dame An immigrant, marry her, make her legitimate Illiterate, mess wit' Hud, she don't consider it She said pa, llevame contigo Lean dough and I'mma pay yo' peoples This retard chick started looking at me hard She gassed up thinkin' I'mma get her a green card And she don't know that she ain't coming wit' me And I don't stuck up for some hundreds of G's And while I see her standing there lookin' around Huddy took the money, slid outta town, what? uh? Repeat 1 Repeat 2 I mean this Repeat 1 Repeat 2 I mean this Repeat 1 Repeat 2 I mean this Repeat 1 |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
Turn it up
(Huddy Combs) Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout 'cause I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out (Blinky Blink) Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob Platinum, reach for it then wake up (Huddy) For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga 'cause I'm down for whatever Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever (Blink) Niggas hate to see a G come up (yeah) Young niggas that run up get gun up That's for real, seen the nigga pass the still Even wink, your ass get killed, All Out (Meeno) 1 - This is for the no-nada's 6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders All weed smokers, whole weed sippa's All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's Throw it up This is for the no-nada's 6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders Whether blewed out or flamed out Mask on, ridin' with them big things out Yay a yayyy (Meeno) Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you Harlem USA be the place that I come from Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum dum It's hot now, cops now, all I've gotta eat Close food shop down, send them across the street My force overheat 'cause this cost is cheap Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D Pull some nigga out and throw it up for a G NBR, be the click that claim to be So if worse come to worse, do the same for me Repeat 1 (Loon) Now, we drink Colt '45, toke 45's Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die Got locked up in Crenshaw Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!' Gentleman's hoe, bang window Did 15, and got about 10 more Oh, he was solid than Dembrahlie And Eddie 3 was the first with I hydraulics Bought his first big dinner with narcotics And had a day, engine noise kept unpolished You taught me about khakis and Converse And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me? But now I'm stackin' my grip Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist But one time never sleep on it I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
[Mase]
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop All Out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon C'mon, Harlem World make it hot, don't stop c'mon All Out, All Out [Stase] Yo, yo, I'm the perfect example of a chick that's classy Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me How come when I'm in the street or a open place Everybody scopin' Stase like I got a open case Anything you gotta say to me You can say to me, it's Baby Stase The more I make, the more they hate See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it 'cause I got a clean record not to mean you see me naked, check it I don't know what's wrong with these cats It's 'bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see I was once told, Harlem World don't fold We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold The world really see what happens when my click unfold [Mase] 1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out) And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon Harlem World Can't go wrong We're going to party, fiesta (All Out) And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon Harlem World Can't go wrong [Blinky Blink] Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit' it) See the size of my money clip? (Now, I'm on the funny tip) I know you hate me, hate Mase, 'cause you make papes And got girls in like 48 states (48 states) But kickin' the women who wear the straight face While y'all cats wild out and 'bout to get a rape case But why player hate? 'cause I sex girls and they say I'm great You bust one tank, can't even stay awake Not now, we gon' talk on a later day What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact She says your sex was whack, 'cause I'd twist her back And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out) But when my trees wasn't sellin' I switch to Jack C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Repeat 1 [Huddy Combs] Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly You stay in the thong, I'mma stay where the ice be Indian givin', got Caribbean women Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out) So, dear, front of the billin' Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop 'cause I'm one of them villain Cook for me, come open a book for me Shook the key, your whole look hooked me With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon) See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna f**k me That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy Repeat 1 while: All Out JM Can't forget Queen Bee Records L O X Money Power & Respect Ruff Ryder Yeah, DMX Can't forget So So Def Bad Boy Suave House Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise And you don't want no problem with us guys Neptune, keep the beat bangin' Uh, you don't stop Queen Bee Junior Mafia What what what what what All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
Featuring Rashad, Teamsters)
(Mase) Uh, the world is back, World War II Harlem World be the clique Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen This what family mean, nigga (Teamsters) I'm only tryin' to get my dough right Still I'm labeled as a lowlife Because I ass-bet when I roll dice Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog Now we got a son on the way The call yours, I ignore laws Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves (Blinky) We don't get along wit' them fake dudes (Teamsters) Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out) The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first Had these hoes like "he's the worst" My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked Better run and get your man even though he don't react When the gun is in his hand Better have a team we gon' bit through Mad crews even got your moms screamin' "Them dudes is bad news" (Mase) And if you touched us (Teamsters) It can't happen His hands is the only thing your man's clappin' Don't understand rappin' Wanna flow I call it foolishness You know how many tunes I grip? To pay dues and shit Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique Since your girl can't refuse the dick You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips And who you wit'? (All Out) Ghetto crucifix, we O.T. movin' bricks What, what, what (All Out, All Out) (All Out, All Out, All Out) (Meeno) 1 - Family if we blow? We blowin' together And if we gotta go? We goin' together And if we get dough? We get it together And messin' wit' All Out? You cats know better Now family if we blow, we blowin' together And if we gotta go, we goin' together And if we get dough, we get it together And f**kin' wit' All Out, you cats know better (Blinky) Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself My lust for wealth makes me say f**k my health So when I die, respect me when I'm gone But while I'm alive, correct me when I'm wrong My life, I'm projecting in my songs But let me move on Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan Thinkin' I'm a god soon gotta sweep that la Loon Harlem World baby, say that name forever Game cheddar as long as we stay together Range your bet on, nigga act up, aim your Berrettas 'cause for that money son, I'mma slam whoever, out whatever You try to stop our reign of terror You're guarenteed to fall out F**kin' wit' All Out Repeat 1 (Teamsters) What, the only shit you niggas poppin' is the shit that you talk Get the f**k out the whip now bitch, you can walk Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh I drive 'till my eyes close Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-las Sayin' goodbye-ha It's Indo, bounce the smoke through the window Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low Tint those big lips while y'all spit phlegm out O.D. is still mo' Remote throw the 'em out the belly of the beast We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites Throw my stellies on creep, I'm heavy on jewels Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice It's nice and I can belly you for mo' Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
Featuring Rashad)
Loon: Uh, uh, uh, uh, what Let's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life 'cause you know I ain't the type that punch my wife But I see now, who you wanted to be While knee-deep in the pee now, tryin' to freestyle But I see now, people could see, that ain't me When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C. On GP, bought the Mazda Z3 Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV With a Playstation to stay patient 'cause right now it's all about the kid's situation Rashad-Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Please baby don't Please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Huddy: All Out, yo, yo, yo Once mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she wife Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice Watchin' my step, hittin' it on top of the steps Knowin' she wild, the condoms, she havin' my child Now that I'm stuck, she can't keep scratchin' my truck Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore Thinkin' it's good, f**kin' up her rep in the 'Hood F**kin' up mine, f**kin' niggas two at a time But look at her now, Harlem World quicker to town But look at my rhyme, better it didn't turn into crumb And I'm Little Huddy must have made me calm So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom I'ma take a raise now that my baby's born And I'ma love you anyway til the day you're gone, what Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Please baby don't Please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Rashad: Now let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Now let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Now let me hear you say Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na Baby $ta$e: Yo, yo, yo Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Sharanade I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day Y'all tellin' in fear, y'all ain't really takin' y'all cares And y'all motherf**kin' lie and say that y'all did Now when days, the phrases, the tired old lines She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine But all y'all, knowin' y'all was sayin' it raw-daw Y'all wanna claim that? How y'all gonna explain that? I'm bothered, y'all shouldn't have got me started Where was you when shorty turned two? Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught the flu You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya? And you never cared before, so why should we care that you now see 74? Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you wanna be in my life Let's work it nice so we get it right Please baby girl Let's not fight If you wanna be in my life Let's work it nice so we get it right Rashad: Whoooa, whoooa, yeah Whoooa, whoooa We can work it out Whoooa, whoooa Whoooa, whoaaaa Can we start over again? Whoaaa Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
Featuring Mase)
(Mase) Huddy Combs bring it home, we don't stop Jimmy Jones all alone, we don't stop Loon crime fam', we don't stop Meeno, NRB, we don't stop To my man Blinky Blink, we don't stop My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam' One two, we don't stop I know you thinkin', how many nigga's he got? Or what, how many nigga's is hot? (Cardan) Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex' So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what? (Meeno) Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips And about a half a brick Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six 'cause they got the DA believin' this shit So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb (Huddy) Yo, Meeno (Meeno) Yo, Hud (Huddy) On the low, here's the verdict A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin' (Meeno) Shit, I recognize that whip Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip? Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched? What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes He's a bitch Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix? His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits Who you forget when you was suckin' and f**kin' Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black) Mase pulled his truck in (black) Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder (Cardan) Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar? Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her (Blinky) But yo, I know her friend Charise She mad bad from Baghdad Carry lotta money in Glad bag She doin' runs for Willie Gum Used to think that bitch was slick But found out she was really dumb She really from Philly's hunt of be more 'Bout to blow her spot like C-4 Never see me poor So why this bitch f**kin' wit' me for Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw (Stase) For days you argue and go through the phase You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin' Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin' Freakin' off on the Major Degan Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental Understand what you been through You f**k a friend, she don't hold it against you (Mase) Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, f**k nigga What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got? Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot? What chu got? What? Harlem World we don't stop Mother f**ker, put your deal on it Mother f**ker, put a mil' on it Put yo' f**kin' ice grill on it Put a mother f**kin' mil' on it Niggas can't f**k wit' my clique Who wanna put the money up? I hear alot a niggas talkin' But who wanna put they deal on it? I hear alot a niggas talkin' But who wanna put a mil on it? Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit Yo' Blink, back the Benz up Get from 'round me, nigga |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
(Huddy Combs)
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase F**kin' wit' Stase, I caught a buck in the face I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin' Henney Kid named Timmy actin' friendly Grabbed her by offending, sure Hurt 'cause his game didn't work He didn't know the alchohol's about to get him merc He tried to french kiss her Yo, that's my man twin sister Swung on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear I shoulda known he had people posted in here So I waited 'till the coast was clear And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah (Stase) Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard 'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight But Hud don't never listen what I say He always do it his way, instead of our way That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time And he ain't checked the time on his wrist He probably somewhere lying to a chick Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right How he gon' leave my big brother Mase and jell overnight He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out But messin' wit' Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out (Cardan) I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me We on the I-95, three jars on my seat I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught (Huddy Combs) Cardie, when you gon' grow up? You need to get chips Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut Baby Stase, need to learn to stay in the place And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get touched Go against Harlem World and we gon' toss you up (Cuda) Hey yo, Meeno, Hey yo, this is Cuda man There go Loon Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him (Meeno) Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon Went out like a straight buffoon For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume Can't believe this shit Second week in June, second night in Cancun Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw He's all in love, seen it all before Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore And until this day, still goin' to war (Loon) Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop dead And you mad 'cause I went to Cancun got head You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up You fat f**k Hope you get hit by a Mack truck And don't come around fourty and front and get tapped up Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up I'mma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up So strap up, 'cause I know you don't like me But just know you won't get a chance to fight me Loon, All Out |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)
I was born by the river.. in a little tent
No just like that river I've.. been running ever since It's been a long.. a long time coming but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come Oh yes it will.. It's been tooooooo hard living but I'm afraid to die.. Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky It's been a long tiiiime.. a long time coming but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come Oh yes it will.. And I go.. to my brother (yes I do) And say, "Brother - help me please" (well well) But he winds up, knocking me.. I got on my knees, oahhhoooohhhhh There's been times, that I thought I wouldn't last too long.. .. but I think I'm able .. to carry on.. It's been a long.. a long time coming, but I knowowowww.. A change gon' come.. Oh yes it will.. |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Mase)
Let's get it on (Carl Thomas) 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the way I am (Huddy Comb) First of all, I was the worst of all The first born, took my first breath, it was on And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny Was f**ked up 'cause my recipe But I blame my mother 'cause I can't blame no other And that's how my game was discovered My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother But no matter what, I'mma love her She gave me life, even though she got high undercover If she die, I can't find me another But look what you made me Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born When you slid on that crack shit, mom be strong 'Fore long, I realized the same old song Another cat that done bounced on his kid and his spouse At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger It's no time to wonder the money I hunger Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be Started running guns O.T., me and my code D. Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D When the D spot got hot, I went low key Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball Repeat 1 (Nas) What, what, uh You the reason And I thank you, what Check it out Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73 Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me? Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right? Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it Share with my dogs who's here, 'cause there's so many gone Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people Big Stretch, we'll never forget, Allah keeps you Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh Repeat 1 |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Mase)
Uh, uh, uh, yo Harlem World gon' make me rich Harlem World gon' take your bitch Harlem World is the place to be This M-A-Dollar Sign-E (Stase) Yo, hold up keep it steady Y'all chicks ain't really ready Y'all sweating Stase already And I ain't pushing a Chevy I ain't even lyin', I ain't even sign People want my back Yo, what's up with that? See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped Tell me do you like what you see Is it tight as could be? No, Mase ain't writing for me And I have no desire to be Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me You could drop me off the same place you found me 'cause it won't be long before you have to crown me If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin' And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? 1 - I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow) I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow) I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low (Loon) Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight Even though we fight, because the dough be like When the dough be right You know we havin a ball Sippin on cristall and all Chicks smile and all Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil Ice on the wrist dial and all But nevertheless, boo there was never a test That stopped me from loving you best I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs Definitely your lips and eyes Them chicks can slide They tryin' to be all in the mix Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip But boo, there's only room for 2 Until I get the coupe for you You know how I do And then you could scoop your crew And do what you wants to do Repeat 1 (Naughty) Naughty, Naughty, Naughty I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older That I be holy Kicks to camp *** floatin' with Naught' A boat and a yacht Was all that I was hopin to rock As a young kid stacked and eventually learned That money was made for that Never meant to be burned Why lets all get this Using that 'I murder you face' I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight But thought *** to that they gon' taste this *** Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick When I die they'll be a headstone big as a *** And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up For the fact, played it back And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors And peranhas a week Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep Lookin' out for B-4's every diamond creek (Huddy Combs) But you slow money, 'cause it's better than no money I only crap out when I play with your money You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money I only hang wit Mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
Featuring Mase, Cardan)
(Mase) Yo, throw the beat on Yeah, yeah, yeah Trackmaster Harlem World, The Movement The Commisioner Cuda Love up above This shit is not a game Ya hear me? (Meeno) Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno First of all, there will be no type of discussion For this money, the industry I'm bum-rushing And trusting who? Never that, only crew And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights Only right, I be the spark that will ignite Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin' And we are holdin' down the track Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin Guess what, what? It's really not too often That I let loose like this, but f**k it Here's a portion with no endorsement Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him Right through him, like I never knew him (Cardan) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here Harlem World'll be the crew of the year And murder niggas, all we do is a year Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here Harlem World'll be the crew of the year And murder niggas, all we do is a year Scream it out (Loon) Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet You creep, niggas know who the thug And that's why Loon never showed you no love You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in F**king with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough And don't need to gimmick to blow When I get it you know nigga, 'cause I visit yo' hoe I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo' Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me How the f**k you gettin' money doin' shows for free? (Cardan & Mase) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here (Harlem World) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year (The Movement) And murder niggas, all we do is a year (All Out) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here (Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) And murder niggas, all we do is a year (C'mon, c'mon) Scream it out (Mase) Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements? Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again? Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again? Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans? Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin' Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin' I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins Is that the same color my brother got sent up in? You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine 'cause in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man 'cause I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in C'mon Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
You make me feel...
It's the real thing girl! Talk about it, talk about it What you want, huh? One two, one two Yeah yeah yeah yeah One two, one two Hah hah hah One two, one two Yeah yeah yo, yo, yo Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me Then let you float out on the beach With the string o' yo' "G" I need a pretty momma Silly momma, diddy poppa Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper That get her own chips, push her own six And make me do my sits when I finish my dips I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy Yo, real chicks do real things Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling Always speak my mind whenever I feel things Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing And my real chicks feel what I mean Am I right? Am I tight? Do this chick bring it to the light Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase While you was lovin' John Doe I copped a condo While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down I see it for a fact now, it's intact now It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what I'ma forever rise Rings be tetra-size Girls be petrified It's a heavy meza-ride I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy Yeah kid Harlem on the rise All Out, All Out Yo, you better do what I say yo Get this through your head-o Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o If he could take three shots, he could take four I'm on the low though But wit a lot of dough tho' And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin' Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons Open up a new account just to through G's in Got Blink chick follow me for no reason And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what Harlem World, Harlem World the clique Harlem World the clique, come on now I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy I like it, I like it I really really like it You want it and you know it But you play hard to get boy Yeah kid Harlem on the rise And you don't want no problem with us guys All Out, All Out, All Out M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah Baby Stase Cardan Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink Yeah, yeah Kianna, Stason Yeah, yeah Cuda Love Black Fred Me Chico Wha-what what what what J.M. Lil' Cease Kim Cristal B-Rock Gutter What the... what the, uh You don't stop Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X Bad Boy, yeah So-So Def JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Loon)
Uh uh It was the middle of June me and my grand mama Had some free time flew to Panama I was playin' the bar sippin' a Margarita When this chick from Argentina her name Armenita She told me you could make some fast cash You help me change my name from Vasquez to your name Take me to your domain Trick you must be out yo' brain She said it's no game my pops got tons of cocaine And you could have some if you get me on your plane I said here the dealie, you sound silly Think hard, there gotta be another way to get you a green card (Loon) Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me? I promise you, we gon' see the world It 'id be like paradise, baby (Mase) Rosalie you don't know who I suppose to be But whatever you wanna be? You can come go wit' me Her last thoughts thinking I'mma get her a passport Whatever you need ma, just ask for it Now she lunch meat, she look at J like she home free (Female) J, can you really get me in your country? (Sugar J) No lie, I can do whatever I mo' tie, so fly Mami started offering me chochas Certainly the way she flirt wit' me If I get her in the US she work for free Though she nice to me, I'm runnin' twice the G For the right price, she could be a wife to me (Loon) 1 - Hey ma, you wanna go wit' me? I promise you, we gon' see the world It 'id be like paradise, baby 2 - Hey girl, you wanna go wit' me? I promise you, we gon' see the world But if you cross me, you lost me forever, baby (Blinky Blink) I got a girl out in Asia, name Malaysia Who was a real bad chick that owns a Bodega She wanted me to save her and make her life greater 'cause her dad hates her and rapes her She tried to get some paper When you wanna leave, I'mma take ya In fact, pack ya things, I got a crib in Jamaica Mami, mi casa a su casa We could do the salsa so, que pasa? She said she had money but it was all in trust funds But I could get a lump sum if I can get her through customs So bring the cake, we gon' swing outta state I'mma make you dream when you awake Yo Loon, sing the break, what Repeat 1 (Huddy Combs) In the middle of Nicaragua, met a mami named Talia Weren't plain, then I caught a boat wit' this dumb dame An immigrant, marry her, make her legitimate Illiterate, mess wit' Hud, she don't consider it She said pa, llevame contigo Lean dough and I'mma pay yo' peoples This retard chick started looking at me hard She gassed up thinkin' I'mma get her a green card And she don't know that she ain't coming wit' me And I don't stuck up for some hundreds of G's And while I see her standing there lookin' around Huddy took the money, slid outta town, what? uh? Repeat 1 Repeat 2 I mean this Repeat 1 Repeat 2 I mean this Repeat 1 Repeat 2 I mean this Repeat 1 |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Sugar J)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Check me out, yo This is J 'Sug', yo I know you been around the world, man I don't f**k wit' the sheisty niggas I don't f**k wit' the sheisty hoes I done did it all, nigga (Loon) Yo, what would make a scared man pull a trigga'? The same thing that make a scared man act bigga' The same thing that make me grab my tec and empty quicker Adrenaline rush, on the hush You will die f**kin' wit' us Vacant lot is my home and In my team I trust So don't talk about them things if yo' things don't bust I knew a guy like you, his name was Filipe Had me on 3-way with the D.A. Tryin' to find out where we stay So on my 24th b-day I'm locked up in V.A. He don't know my guns turn commotion to slow motion Then from slow motion to no motion Run up in the place he hip hoppin' Spit shots in, clip droppin', if I get caught, get Cochran And give Pedro my pesos so he don't snitch while I lay low For 'bout a week or two Come back like peek-a-boo, you see me, I see you And if you talk, you be in ICU (Cardan) Yo, yo, this Cardan I know you know a hundred brotha's that sheisty Like I know a hundred brotha's that's real But I think it's time you know how we chill (Meeno) 1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin' excites me Hit a hundred hoe's and none of them wifey For every thousand that love me A hundred don't like me So how you wit' a hundred cats and none of the sheisty? (Drag-On) We the niggas wit' the homicides And got niggas the most traumatized And how they actually sat there and watched they mama die But don't worry about it, you second Just had to get her first 'cause she was the one that gave birth And we can't have no more dirt in the earth I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights Without usin' a switch, and throw you in a ditch Ya body don't fit, 'cause niggas could still see ya kicks So do you really wanna take that risk? So unball ya fists 'cause I'm always a step ahead of ya'll You ball ya fists, I cock back You take a swing and you got that And that's what they gon' mop at This gun is from a foreign land I don't know why it got it in my hand And I'm gonna get off every penny I don't care if its automatic or semi If I payed 300 flat, that means I'mma send a hundred cats back If 300 attack, but it don't hafta be an exact I'm gonna get the gatts and get 'em all in one house, and run out And sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on it And come back to a pile of ash Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty, a hundred and quicker We strap up inside the 18-wheeler A drug dealer with cold cash, but so as To get his stash would be no task with no mess Love to get you hot and blast, than fast My infared beam is on yo' ass, my team is on yo' ass Plot and schemin' on yo' ass That bitch you came wit' stay screamin' on her ass Put three on her ass 'cause nigga, we love the cash Harlem World niggas got G's in the stash No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or hell You don't wanna be the nigga who be catchin' the shell Meeno, and then I be, be the team to prevail So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be helped MuthaF**ka!!!! Rock-a-bye baby (repeated til end) Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
Turn it up
(Huddy Combs) Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout 'cause I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out (Blinky Blink) Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob Platinum, reach for it then wake up (Huddy) For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga 'cause I'm down for whatever Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever (Blink) Niggas hate to see a G come up (yeah) Young niggas that run up get gun up That's for real, seen the nigga pass the still Even wink, your ass get killed, All Out (Meeno) 1 - This is for the no-nada's 6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders All weed smokers, whole weed sippa's All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's Throw it up This is for the no-nada's 6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders Whether blewed out or flamed out Mask on, ridin' with them big things out Yay a yayyy (Meeno) Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you Harlem USA be the place that I come from Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum dum It's hot now, cops now, all I've gotta eat Close food shop down, send them across the street My force overheat 'cause this cost is cheap Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D Pull some nigga out and throw it up for a G NBR, be the click that claim to be So if worse come to worse, do the same for me Repeat 1 (Loon) Now, we drink Colt '45, toke 45's Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die Got locked up in Crenshaw Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!' Gentleman's hoe, bang window Did 15, and got about 10 more Oh, he was solid than Dembrahlie And Eddie 3 was the first with I hydraulics Bought his first big dinner with narcotics And had a day, engine noise kept unpolished You taught me about khakis and Converse And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me? But now I'm stackin' my grip Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist But one time never sleep on it I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
[Mase]
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop All Out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon C'mon, Harlem World make it hot, don't stop c'mon All Out, All Out [Stase] Yo, yo, I'm the perfect example of a chick that's classy Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me How come when I'm in the street or a open place Everybody scopin' Stase like I got a open case Anything you gotta say to me You can say to me, it's Baby Stase The more I make, the more they hate See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it 'cause I got a clean record not to mean you see me naked, check it I don't know what's wrong with these cats It's 'bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see I was once told, Harlem World don't fold We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold The world really see what happens when my click unfold [Mase] 1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out) And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon Harlem World Can't go wrong We're going to party, fiesta (All Out) And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c'mon Harlem World Can't go wrong [Blinky Blink] Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit' it) See the size of my money clip? (Now, I'm on the funny tip) I know you hate me, hate Mase, 'cause you make papes And got girls in like 48 states (48 states) But kickin' the women who wear the straight face While y'all cats wild out and 'bout to get a rape case But why player hate? 'cause I sex girls and they say I'm great You bust one tank, can't even stay awake Not now, we gon' talk on a later day What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact She says your sex was whack, 'cause I'd twist her back And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out) But when my trees wasn't sellin' I switch to Jack C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Repeat 1 [Huddy Combs] Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly You stay in the thong, I'mma stay where the ice be Indian givin', got Caribbean women Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out) So, dear, front of the billin' Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop 'cause I'm one of them villain Cook for me, come open a book for me Shook the key, your whole look hooked me With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon) See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna f**k me That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy Repeat 1 while: All Out JM Can't forget Queen Bee Records L O X Money Power & Respect Ruff Ryder Yeah, DMX Can't forget So So Def Bad Boy Suave House Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise And you don't want no problem with us guys Neptune, keep the beat bangin' Uh, you don't stop Queen Bee Junior Mafia What what what what what All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
Featuring Rashad, Teamsters)
(Mase) Uh, the world is back, World War II Harlem World be the clique Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen This what family mean, nigga (Teamsters) I'm only tryin' to get my dough right Still I'm labeled as a lowlife Because I ass-bet when I roll dice Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog Now we got a son on the way The call yours, I ignore laws Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves (Blinky) We don't get along wit' them fake dudes (Teamsters) Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out) The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first Had these hoes like "he's the worst" My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked Better run and get your man even though he don't react When the gun is in his hand Better have a team we gon' bit through Mad crews even got your moms screamin' "Them dudes is bad news" (Mase) And if you touched us (Teamsters) It can't happen His hands is the only thing your man's clappin' Don't understand rappin' Wanna flow I call it foolishness You know how many tunes I grip? To pay dues and shit Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique Since your girl can't refuse the dick You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips And who you wit'? (All Out) Ghetto crucifix, we O.T. movin' bricks What, what, what (All Out, All Out) (All Out, All Out, All Out) (Meeno) 1 - Family if we blow? We blowin' together And if we gotta go? We goin' together And if we get dough? We get it together And messin' wit' All Out? You cats know better Now family if we blow, we blowin' together And if we gotta go, we goin' together And if we get dough, we get it together And f**kin' wit' All Out, you cats know better (Blinky) Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself My lust for wealth makes me say f**k my health So when I die, respect me when I'm gone But while I'm alive, correct me when I'm wrong My life, I'm projecting in my songs But let me move on Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan Thinkin' I'm a god soon gotta sweep that la Loon Harlem World baby, say that name forever Game cheddar as long as we stay together Range your bet on, nigga act up, aim your Berrettas 'cause for that money son, I'mma slam whoever, out whatever You try to stop our reign of terror You're guarenteed to fall out F**kin' wit' All Out Repeat 1 (Teamsters) What, the only shit you niggas poppin' is the shit that you talk Get the f**k out the whip now bitch, you can walk Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh I drive 'till my eyes close Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-las Sayin' goodbye-ha It's Indo, bounce the smoke through the window Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low Tint those big lips while y'all spit phlegm out O.D. is still mo' Remote throw the 'em out the belly of the beast We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites Throw my stellies on creep, I'm heavy on jewels Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice It's nice and I can belly you for mo' Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
Featuring Rashad)
Loon: Uh, uh, uh, uh, what Let's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life 'cause you know I ain't the type that punch my wife But I see now, who you wanted to be While knee-deep in the pee now, tryin' to freestyle But I see now, people could see, that ain't me When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C. On GP, bought the Mazda Z3 Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV With a Playstation to stay patient 'cause right now it's all about the kid's situation Rashad-Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Please baby don't Please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Huddy: All Out, yo, yo, yo Once mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she wife Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice Watchin' my step, hittin' it on top of the steps Knowin' she wild, the condoms, she havin' my child Now that I'm stuck, she can't keep scratchin' my truck Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore Thinkin' it's good, f**kin' up her rep in the 'Hood F**kin' up mine, f**kin' niggas two at a time But look at her now, Harlem World quicker to town But look at my rhyme, better it didn't turn into crumb And I'm Little Huddy must have made me calm So I bowed down prayin' for my baby's mom I'ma take a raise now that my baby's born And I'ma love you anyway til the day you're gone, what Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Please baby don't Please don't cry If you're really gonna be in my life Let's work it out til we get it right Rashad: Now let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Now let me hear you say uh Say uh huh Now let me hear you say Uh uh uh uh uh na na na na Baby $ta$e: Yo, yo, yo Yo, it's a holiday, sippin' on Sharanade I'm wonderin' why these cats never celebrate Father's Day Y'all tellin' in fear, y'all ain't really takin' y'all cares And y'all motherf**kin' lie and say that y'all did Now when days, the phrases, the tired old lines She was messin' around and the baby ain't mine But all y'all, knowin' y'all was sayin' it raw-daw Y'all wanna claim that? How y'all gonna explain that? I'm bothered, y'all shouldn't have got me started Where was you when shorty turned two? Tell me what whould you do if the baby caught the flu You ain't even got a clue, if you do, tell me how to pursue But you quick to get hyper, come mess up my cypher No dough for no diapers, so why should I like ya? And you never cared before, so why should we care that you now see 74? Chorus: Please baby girl Let's not fight If you wanna be in my life Let's work it nice so we get it right Please baby girl Let's not fight If you wanna be in my life Let's work it nice so we get it right Rashad: Whoooa, whoooa, yeah Whoooa, whoooa We can work it out Whoooa, whoooa Whoooa, whoaaaa Can we start over again? Whoaaa Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
Featuring Mase)
(Mase) Huddy Combs bring it home, we don't stop Jimmy Jones all alone, we don't stop Loon crime fam', we don't stop Meeno, NRB, we don't stop To my man Blinky Blink, we don't stop My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam' One two, we don't stop I know you thinkin', how many nigga's he got? Or what, how many nigga's is hot? (Cardan) Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex' So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what? (Meeno) Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips And about a half a brick Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six 'cause they got the DA believin' this shit So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb (Huddy) Yo, Meeno (Meeno) Yo, Hud (Huddy) On the low, here's the verdict A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin' (Meeno) Shit, I recognize that whip Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip? Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched? What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes He's a bitch Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix? His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits Who you forget when you was suckin' and f**kin' Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black) Mase pulled his truck in (black) Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder (Cardan) Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar? Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her (Blinky) But yo, I know her friend Charise She mad bad from Baghdad Carry lotta money in Glad bag She doin' runs for Willie Gum Used to think that bitch was slick But found out she was really dumb She really from Philly's hunt of be more 'Bout to blow her spot like C-4 Never see me poor So why this bitch f**kin' wit' me for Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw (Stase) For days you argue and go through the phase You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin' Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin' Freakin' off on the Major Degan Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental Understand what you been through You f**k a friend, she don't hold it against you (Mase) Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, f**k nigga What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got? Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot? What chu got? What? Harlem World we don't stop Mother f**ker, put your deal on it Mother f**ker, put a mil' on it Put yo' f**kin' ice grill on it Put a mother f**kin' mil' on it Niggas can't f**k wit' my clique Who wanna put the money up? I hear alot a niggas talkin' But who wanna put they deal on it? I hear alot a niggas talkin' But who wanna put a mil on it? Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit Yo' Blink, back the Benz up Get from 'round me, nigga |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
JD:
Yo I'm still lookin' at the game y'know (heh heh) And I see that's there's a lotta niggas that's just frontin' Basically y'know I mean? Yo Blinky Blink: Yo I'm doing 150 wildin' (uh huh) Headin' out the city island I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh) Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you' Diamond stud up in your navel Actin' lika a course nine G's (c'mon) A real fine queen, eyes was light green (yeah) And had a tattoo, written in Chinese Only 25, spent her money wise Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size Baby $ta$e: Damn you got some funny eyes Blink: Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm) You could catch me at the rink a lot (uh huh) But enough about me, ma, you look amazing Are you Haitian? $ta$e: I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven, live in New Haven (yeah) Til I find the right man, my virginity, I'm savin' (uh huh) Blink: The things I was saying, honey, might be blazin' I took her to the Days Inn, of course She gave in (c'mon) Hook: $ta$e: No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know) But I ain't really tryin' to price your shit (yea, yea, so stop) I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist But why isn't there no ice in this? JD: Same reason why, baby girl, that I ain't your hair (motherf**k, you denying) You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear (oh no boo, this was mine) In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me? 'cause we both frontin', basically, ya heard? (Basically?) Loon: Uhh, uhh I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club (yea) With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed (uh huh) Shit, bug, how I lay up and sip Bub You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood (c'mon) 'cause I get love, yeah, wherever I go And I die for my niggas, but never no ho So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed The brown skin mami, that's the wife I need (uh huh) Light that weed, front, nigga, just might bleed I might just sqeeze, matter of fact I might just leave 'cause I don't need her, ho that drink Moet by the liter If you don't like me, I ain't fillin' your ass neither (haha) I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea) That's so right, let my wife, my crew meet her In other words, I need a chick off the meter The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon) Hook: Huddy Combs: Hey, yo, Huddy, ya heard? In the door (heyyyy) Waiter, give me four (heyyyy) Bitches they adore (heyyyy) >From here to Wichatah (heyyyy) I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh) Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at You know I spent dough, get in clubs with Indo And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw I'm poppin' Cris, ho (uh huh) While you sippin' on Sisqo, I'm at the disco Reminiscin' on 'Frisco And this go to honeys who be knowin' your name, knowing your fame (yea) Know you rockin' Rolley and chain But it don't stop, so get-it get-it The Huddy hit-it hit-it (uh HUH) She saw my ice, she was really wit-it She wanna settle down, be committed (yea) She saw the drop with the TVs in it Shit, I gotta pay this ho a visit $ta$e: Oh no, BooBoo You gonna be payin' (what) anything over here except the rent (c'mon) Hook: Hook: JD: Yeah, you know you wanna be over here Fake ass Yeah |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Huddy Combs)
Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase F**kin' wit' Stase, I caught a buck in the face I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin' Henney Kid named Timmy actin' friendly Grabbed her by offending, sure Hurt 'cause his game didn't work He didn't know the alchohol's about to get him merc He tried to french kiss her Yo, that's my man twin sister Swung on him, but he threw the toaste in my ear I shoulda known he had people posted in here So I waited 'till the coast was clear And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah (Stase) Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard 'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight But Hud don't never listen what I say He always do it his way, instead of our way That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time And he ain't checked the time on his wrist He probably somewhere lying to a chick Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right How he gon' leave my big brother Mase and jell overnight He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out But messin' wit' Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out (Cardan) I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me We on the I-95, three jars on my seat I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin' Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught (Huddy Combs) Cardie, when you gon' grow up? You need to get chips Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut Baby Stase, need to learn to stay in the place And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get touched Go against Harlem World and we gon' toss you up (Cuda) Hey yo, Meeno, Hey yo, this is Cuda man There go Loon Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him (Meeno) Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon Went out like a straight buffoon For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume Can't believe this shit Second week in June, second night in Cancun Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw He's all in love, seen it all before Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore And until this day, still goin' to war (Loon) Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop dead And you mad 'cause I went to Cancun got head You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up You fat f**k Hope you get hit by a Mack truck And don't come around fourty and front and get tapped up Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up I'mma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up So strap up, 'cause I know you don't like me But just know you won't get a chance to fight me Loon, All Out |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
I was born by the river.. in a little tent
No just like that river I've.. been running ever since It's been a long.. a long time coming but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come Oh yes it will.. It's been tooooooo hard living but I'm afraid to die.. Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky It's been a long tiiiime.. a long time coming but I knowowwwww.. a change gon' come Oh yes it will.. And I go.. to my brother (yes I do) And say, "Brother - help me please" (well well) But he winds up, knocking me.. I got on my knees, oahhhoooohhhhh There's been times, that I thought I wouldn't last too long.. .. but I think I'm able .. to carry on.. It's been a long.. a long time coming, but I knowowowww.. A change gon' come.. Oh yes it will.. |
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