Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999) by Harlem World (보컬) on maniadb.com

(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

(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

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

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

(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

(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

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

[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

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

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

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

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

(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

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..