[Mase]
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Uh, uh, uh, yo
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Harlem World gon' make me rich
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Harlem World gon' take your bitch
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Harlem World is the place to be
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This M-A-Dollar Sign-E
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[Stase]
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Yo, hold up keep it steady
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Y'all chicks ain't really ready
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Y'all sweating Stase already
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And I ain't pushing a Chevy
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I ain't even lyin', I ain't even sign
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People want my back
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Yo, what's up with that?
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See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
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Tell me do you like what you see
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Is it tight as could be?
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No, Mase ain't writing for me
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And I have no desire to be
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Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me
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Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me
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You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me
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And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me
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You could drop me off the same place you found me
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Cuz it won't be long before you have to crown me
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If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
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And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?
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1 - I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
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I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
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I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
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Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
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I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
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I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
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I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
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Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
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[Loon]
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Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight
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Even though we fight, because the dough be like
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When the dough be right
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You know we havin a ball
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Sippin on cristall and all
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Chicks smile and all
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Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil
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Ice on the wrist dial and all
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But nevertheless, boo there was never a test
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That stopped me from loving you best
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I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs
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Definitely your lips and eyes
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Them chicks can slide
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They tryin' to be all in the mix
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Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip
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But boo, there's only room for 2
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Until I get the coupe for you
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You know how I do
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And then you could scoop your crew
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And do what you wants to do
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Repeat 1
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[Naughty]
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Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
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I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
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Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older
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That I be holy
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Kicks to camp *** floatin' with Naught'
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A boat and a yacht
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Was all that I was hopin to rock
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As a young kid stacked and eventually learned
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That money was made for that
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Never meant to be burned
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Why lets all get this
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Using that 'I murder you face'
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I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight
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But thought *** to that they gon' taste this ***
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Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick
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When I die they'll be a headstone big as a ***
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And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up
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For the fact, played it back
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And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors
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And peranhas a week
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Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep
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Lookin' out for B-4's every diamond creek
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[Huddy Combs]
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But you slow money, cuz it's better than no money
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I only crap out when I play with your money
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You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money
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I only hang wit Mase cuz he keeps them hoes for me
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Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy
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Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me
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And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides
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Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Minute Man
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Mase |