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[mase]

Huddy combs bring it home, we dont stop

Jimmy jones all alone, we dont stop

Loon crime fam, we dont stop

Meeno, nrb, we dont stop

To my man blinky blink, we dont stop

My sis baby stase, she dont stop

Killer cam, cardan, they the fam

One two, we dont stop

I know you thinkin, how many niggas he got?

Or what, how many niggas 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 dads 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 teams 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 shouldnt be so tough

Its hot at home, mammas got a block on the phone

Couldnt call my man pete so I called huddy comb



[huddy] yo, meeno

[meeno] yo, hud

[huddy] on the low, heres 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

Didnt he do a drive-by on the strip?

Got caught, couldnt do five so he snitched?

What type of guys this? look in his eyes

Hes 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 niggas that lie on our hits

Who you forget when you was suckin and fuckin

Now the wars 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 wasnt followed

No observers, whew! I just got away wit murder



[cardan]

Yo, you aint got to front for me, my gun pop too

Nigga pop me? nigga pop you

Yo, dont shorty right there look familiar?

Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit her

You wouldnt believe all the things that honey did

Yo, thats 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 phillys 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, thats 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 its sentimental

Understand what you been through

You fuck a friend, she dont 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 dont 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 cant 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?

Yall niggas aint sayin shit

Yo blink, back the benz up

Get from round me, nigga

[mase]

Huddy combs bring it home, we dont stop

Jimmy jones all alone, we dont stop

Loon crime fam, we dont stop

Meeno, nrb, we dont stop

To my man blinky blink, we dont stop

My sis baby stase, she dont stop

Killer cam, cardan, they the fam

One two, we dont stop

I know you thinkin, how many niggas he got?

Or what, how many niggas 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 dads 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 teams 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 shouldnt be so tough

Its hot at home, mammas got a block on the phone

Couldnt call my man pete so I called huddy comb



[huddy] yo, meeno

[meeno] yo, hud

[huddy] on the low, heres 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

Didnt he do a drive-by on the strip?

Got caught, couldnt do five so he snitched?

What type of guys this? look in his eyes

Hes 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 niggas that lie on our hits

Who you forget when you was suckin and fuckin

Now the wars 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 wasnt followed

No observers, whew! I just got away wit murder



[cardan]

Yo, you aint got to front for me, my gun pop too

Nigga pop me? nigga pop you

Yo, dont shorty right there look familiar?

Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit her

You wouldnt believe all the things that honey did

Yo, thats 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 phillys 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, thats 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 its sentimental

Understand what you been through

You fuck a friend, she dont 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 dont 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 cant 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?

Yall niggas aint sayin shit

Yo blink, back the benz up

Get from round me, nigga

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