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by Mase
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Mase
Yo, this go out to radio stations
The disc jockeys, college radio
Independent market
And promotions street team
Anybody who put a sticker up
Anybody that passed the word bout Harlem World
Anybody that kept the buzz goin
Everybody that starred in Harlem World
And myself M A $ E, Baby Stase
Loon, Meeno, Blinky Blink
Huddy Combs, Cardan
All Out
Meeno
There's a lot of things that been on my mine
Lately a lot a fakes been crossing the line
Tryin to take the track we hit on
Throw it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you messin with danger
Wit the anger I possess
Got to get it off my chest
Brutalize fake emcees to get off my stress
Take a pellet to the face
Then I throw on a vest
Then I grab the gloves
And take the bullet out his chest
Must confess
Stress factor still I have to
Take it there beware, prepare for disaster
Final chapter, y'all cowards
We gon blast ya
When and where but not why
Y'all already know the answer
Cancer and the Herbs
Transform to verbs
Nouns rip like rounds
Clowns get bust down
For now y'all cowards got to play the background
I'm the warning of this rap game
its time for lock down
Baby Stase
God Bless you
The cops came to your rescue
I bet you, if it was Ma$e he would of threat you
I knew you wasn't shit before I met you
And just because you can't walk it
Don't mean you cant talk it
My cats got mels to hit, shells to spit
They low in the Volvo while the L's get lit
I'm from Harlem World
You don't know the hell I'm wit
So y'all chics can't tell me shit
Come on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars better stay
Shots will ricochet
Stay alive another day
It's no lame in my staff
We don't aim for cats
So if I smack you who gon back you
You ain't see nothin
My home made me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses down south gettin riches
And that's word to Jehovah witness
Any man cross this fam get beat
up wit the quickness
Cardan
Yo, let me tell you somethin',
I'm ahead of my time
Ain't no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhyme
When I spit this stuff you know
Get a pen and pad dido
This one stop at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda like the window, back of the Volvo limo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if
ain't about my ammo
All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo
Went from Harlem to Holly
World to the Wood
People gon hate regardless I feel so good
For my AC legend
Now I'm a legend sit on my hood
They say B you doin your thing
I say playa I should
I play hard like the Notorious rapper
Slash B.I.G. slash Christopher
King of New York the Emperor
Slash head fake slash in the paint horse you
Slash perimeter slash Air Jordan cross you
Slash Murphy slash four turn delirious
Slash Cardan slash take my stuff seriously
what?
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Huddy Combs
I'm getting bigger dough
spotin minks and figaro's
All my misses know Huddy Comb the jigalo
I can get a ho play a game like Piccolo
I done did it yo than any cat didn't ya know?
So what you wanna do my whole team comin thru
Runnin thru any crew I gave money to
But really though
Y'all cats that know don't really know
Harlem World gon be the clique
that spit that willy flow
All them rings and things you
sing about bring em out
I did things that your team won't dream about
Scheme about but don't really know a thing about
But for the dough I blow any
spot you slingin out
Blinky Blink
You wanna go to war, what you cock sucker
I pulled out now I got to bust ya
And your men from your block
told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to blockbusters
For all you girls out there I'm not ya lover
You look good that's why I got to touch ya
After that I won't even stop to hug ya
Honey got pissed off and got her brother
But word to mother, I break that cat into
Cause people don't know all
the things I been thru
Still a fugitive like Chris and Kim woo
Yep the cops disrespect me
But if you want me come and get me
Turn myself in nah you got to catch me
Do I got a gun you betta check me
Cause I ain't goin in alive you got to wet me
Loon
Yo, ya eyes been revealin ya past
Sad but you feelin my wrath
You mad cuz I'm dealin wit cash
And a Don P cylinder glass
Try to harm me, I'm killin your ass
Straight up and down for
another half mill in a stash
I'm appearful willin to blast
I'm still in the bath
Loungin chillin wit ass
They done found you killed in the trash
Case is close I'm orderin a case of mo
At the shark bar wit Haitian hoes
Mase
Aight Hud, aight Hud
Loon
Y'all case is closed layin
the cut like band-aids
Air runnin out ya mouth while
you and ya man slayed
Mase
Yo, Mase hop out the blue Lex wit about two teks
Spit fourteen got about two left
If one vest is thin you rock two vest
Triple platinum and only in the U.S
I'm from Harlem World slash All Out dot com
My con if you could pop Cris then why pop Don
Any cat actin ra-ra bet he dacon
Wanna see a hundred gran
You look at my arm
You think I wanna take this to far in my rugar
Put a hollow bullet to far
Have cats at ya wake scream
bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a salt lake out in Utah
So you are feel good, leave the country
And I know where you are
Spain baggage claim and you yellin bon swa
You think I'm comfy
Think murder one go humphrey
Think I'm seven five make to
hundred gran monthly
Wanna lump me
Walk in clubs they bump me
Wanna tell they dumb chickens how they jump me
They can't wait to see the
paramedics come to pump me
Why they OT, I'm mostly out the country
ALL OUT
Yo, this go out to radio stations
The disc jockeys, college radio
Independent market
And promotions street team
Anybody who put a sticker up
Anybody that passed the word bout Harlem World
Anybody that kept the buzz goin
Everybody that starred in Harlem World
And myself M A $ E, Baby Stase
Loon, Meeno, Blinky Blink
Huddy Combs, Cardan
All Out
Meeno
There's a lot of things that been on my mine
Lately a lot a fakes been crossing the line
Tryin to take the track we hit on
Throw it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange
Boy, you messin with danger
Wit the anger I possess
Got to get it off my chest
Brutalize fake emcees to get off my stress
Take a pellet to the face
Then I throw on a vest
Then I grab the gloves
And take the bullet out his chest
Must confess
Stress factor still I have to
Take it there beware, prepare for disaster
Final chapter, y'all cowards
We gon blast ya
When and where but not why
Y'all already know the answer
Cancer and the Herbs
Transform to verbs
Nouns rip like rounds
Clowns get bust down
For now y'all cowards got to play the background
I'm the warning of this rap game
its time for lock down
Baby Stase
God Bless you
The cops came to your rescue
I bet you, if it was Ma$e he would of threat you
I knew you wasn't shit before I met you
And just because you can't walk it
Don't mean you cant talk it
My cats got mels to hit, shells to spit
They low in the Volvo while the L's get lit
I'm from Harlem World
You don't know the hell I'm wit
So y'all chics can't tell me shit
Come on now, everyone clear the way
Under cars better stay
Shots will ricochet
Stay alive another day
It's no lame in my staff
We don't aim for cats
So if I smack you who gon back you
You ain't see nothin
My home made me somethin
Stase gt glamour misses down south gettin riches
And that's word to Jehovah witness
Any man cross this fam get beat
up wit the quickness
Cardan
Yo, let me tell you somethin',
I'm ahead of my time
Ain't no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhyme
When I spit this stuff you know
Get a pen and pad dido
This one stop at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
It kinda like the window, back of the Volvo limo
Cuda, don't tell me nothin if
ain't about my ammo
All I did was 2 Clue's that was just a demo
Went from Harlem to Holly
World to the Wood
People gon hate regardless I feel so good
For my AC legend
Now I'm a legend sit on my hood
They say B you doin your thing
I say playa I should
I play hard like the Notorious rapper
Slash B.I.G. slash Christopher
King of New York the Emperor
Slash head fake slash in the paint horse you
Slash perimeter slash Air Jordan cross you
Slash Murphy slash four turn delirious
Slash Cardan slash take my stuff seriously
what?
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/7jca
Huddy Combs
I'm getting bigger dough
spotin minks and figaro's
All my misses know Huddy Comb the jigalo
I can get a ho play a game like Piccolo
I done did it yo than any cat didn't ya know?
So what you wanna do my whole team comin thru
Runnin thru any crew I gave money to
But really though
Y'all cats that know don't really know
Harlem World gon be the clique
that spit that willy flow
All them rings and things you
sing about bring em out
I did things that your team won't dream about
Scheme about but don't really know a thing about
But for the dough I blow any
spot you slingin out
Blinky Blink
You wanna go to war, what you cock sucker
I pulled out now I got to bust ya
And your men from your block
told me not to trust ya
I did movies, to groupies, to blockbusters
For all you girls out there I'm not ya lover
You look good that's why I got to touch ya
After that I won't even stop to hug ya
Honey got pissed off and got her brother
But word to mother, I break that cat into
Cause people don't know all
the things I been thru
Still a fugitive like Chris and Kim woo
Yep the cops disrespect me
But if you want me come and get me
Turn myself in nah you got to catch me
Do I got a gun you betta check me
Cause I ain't goin in alive you got to wet me
Loon
Yo, ya eyes been revealin ya past
Sad but you feelin my wrath
You mad cuz I'm dealin wit cash
And a Don P cylinder glass
Try to harm me, I'm killin your ass
Straight up and down for
another half mill in a stash
I'm appearful willin to blast
I'm still in the bath
Loungin chillin wit ass
They done found you killed in the trash
Case is close I'm orderin a case of mo
At the shark bar wit Haitian hoes
Mase
Aight Hud, aight Hud
Loon
Y'all case is closed layin
the cut like band-aids
Air runnin out ya mouth while
you and ya man slayed
Mase
Yo, Mase hop out the blue Lex wit about two teks
Spit fourteen got about two left
If one vest is thin you rock two vest
Triple platinum and only in the U.S
I'm from Harlem World slash All Out dot com
My con if you could pop Cris then why pop Don
Any cat actin ra-ra bet he dacon
Wanna see a hundred gran
You look at my arm
You think I wanna take this to far in my rugar
Put a hollow bullet to far
Have cats at ya wake scream
bout how they knew ya
And ya body in a salt lake out in Utah
So you are feel good, leave the country
And I know where you are
Spain baggage claim and you yellin bon swa
You think I'm comfy
Think murder one go humphrey
Think I'm seven five make to
hundred gran monthly
Wanna lump me
Walk in clubs they bump me
Wanna tell they dumb chickens how they jump me
They can't wait to see the
paramedics come to pump me
Why they OT, I'm mostly out the country
ALL OUT
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