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Harlem World - Family Crisis lyrics
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 Cuz 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuck a friend, she don't hold it against you [Mase] Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck 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 fucker, put your deal on it Mother fucker, put a mil' on it Put yo' fuckin' ice grill on it Put a mother fuckin' mil' on it Niggas can't fuck 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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