[Mase]
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Huddy Combs bring it home, we don't stop
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Jimmy Jones all alone, we don't stop
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Loon crime fam', we don't stop
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Meeno, NRB, we don't stop
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To my man Blinky Blink, we don't stop
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My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
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Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
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One two, we don't stop
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I know you thinkin', how many nigga's he got?
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Or what, how many nigga's is hot?
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[Cardan]
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Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
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You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker
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So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success
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I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
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So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
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My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what?
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[Meeno]
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Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips
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And about a half a brick
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Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
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Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
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So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
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Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough
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It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
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Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb
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[Huddy] Yo, Meeno
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[Meeno] Yo, Hud
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[Huddy] On the low, here's the verdict
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A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
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I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
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Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'
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[Meeno]
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Shit, I recognize that whip
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Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
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Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
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What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes
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He's a bitch
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Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix?
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His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick
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Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits
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Who you forget when you was suckin' and fuckin'
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Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
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Mase pulled his truck in (black)
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Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
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Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh
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Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed
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No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
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[Cardan]
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Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
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Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
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Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar?
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Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
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You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did
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Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib
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I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
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But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her
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[Blinky]
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But yo, I know her friend Charise
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She mad bad from Baghdad
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Carry lotta money in Glad bag
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She doin' runs for Willie Gum
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Used to think that bitch was slick
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But found out she was really dumb
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She really from Philly's hunt of be more
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'Bout to blow her spot like C-4
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Never see me poor
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So why this bitch fuckin' wit' me for
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Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw
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[Stase]
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For days you argue and go through the phase
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You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways
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No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin'
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Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin'
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Freakin' off on the Major Degan
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Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental
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Understand what you been through
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You fuck a friend, she don't hold it against you
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[Mase]
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Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
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What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
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Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
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What chu got? What?
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Harlem World we don't stop
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Mother fucker, put your deal on it
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Mother fucker, put a mil' on it
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Put yo' fuckin' ice grill on it
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Put a mother fuckin' mil' on it
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Niggas can't fuck wit' my clique
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Who wanna put the money up?
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I hear alot a niggas talkin'
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But who wanna put they deal on it?
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I hear alot a niggas talkin'
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But who wanna put a mil on it?
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Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit
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Yo' Blink, back the Benz up
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Get from 'round me, nigga
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Family Crisis
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Mase |