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Harlem World lyrics Meaning Of Family lyrics [Mase] Uh, the world is back, World War II Harlem World be the clique Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen This what family mean, nigga [Teamsters] I'm only tryin' to get my dough right Still I'm labeled as a lowlife Because I ass-bet when I roll dice Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog Now we got a son on the way The call yours, I ignore laws Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves [Blinky] We don't get along wit' them fake dudes [Teamsters] Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out) The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first Had these hoes like "he's the worst" My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked Better run and get your man even though he don't react When the gun is in his hand Better have a team we gon' bit through Mad crews even got your moms screamin' "Them dudes is bad news" [Mase] And if you touched us [Teamsters] It can't happen His hands is the only thing your man's clappin' Don't understand rappin' Wanna flow I call it foolishness You know how many tunes I grip? To pay dues and shit Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique Since your girl can't refuse the dick You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips And who you wit'? (All Out) Ghetto crucifix, we O.T. movin' bricks What, what, what (All Out, All Out) (All Out, All Out, All Out) [Meeno] 1 - Family if we blow? We blowin' together And if we gotta go? We goin' together And if we get dough? We get it together And messin' wit' All Out? You cats know better Now family if we blow, we blowin' together And if we gotta go, we goin' together And if we get dough, we get it together And fuckin' wit' All Out, you cats know better [Blinky] Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself My lust for wealth makes me say fuck my health So when I die, respect me when I'm gone But while I'm alive, correct me when I'm wrong My life, I'm projecting in my songs But let me move on Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan Thinkin' I'm a god soon gotta sweep that la Loon Harlem World baby, say that name forever Game cheddar as long as we stay together Range your bet on, nigga act up, aim your Berrettas Cuz for that money son, I'mma slam whoever, out whatever You try to stop our reign of terror You're guarenteed to fall out Fuckin' wit' All Out Repeat 1 [Teamsters] What, the only shit you niggas poppin' is the shit that you talk Get the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walk Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh I drive 'till my eyes close Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-las Sayin' goodbye-ha It's Indo, bounce the smoke through the window Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low Tint those big lips while y'all spit phlegm out O.D. is still mo' Remote throw the 'em out the belly of the beast We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites Throw my stellies on creep, I'm heavy on jewels Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice It's nice and I can belly you for mo' Repeat 1 until fade Other Harlem World lyrics: 100 Sheisty S lyrics Across The Border lyrics Cali Chronic lyrics Crew Of The Year lyrics Family Crisis lyrics I Really Like It lyrics Minute Man lyrics Not The Kids lyrics One Big Fiesta lyrics Pointing Fingers lyrics We Both Frontin lyrics You Made Me lyrics |