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Huddy Combs bring it we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone we stop
crime fam' we don't stop
Meeno NRB we stop
To my man Blinky we don't stop
My sis Baby she don't stop
Killer Cardan they the fam'
One two we don't
I know you thinkin' how nigga's he got?
Or what how many nigga's is

Yo yeah you a fake wanna be nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of
I want cream to plus a Beam' and a Lex'
So I sold of Dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us,

Wit me? it started this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a
Now the whole team's in the mix a three-to-six
'Cause they got the DA believin' this
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some
Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy

Yo,
Yo, Hud
On the low, the verdict
A tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell get on the next thing smokin'

Shit, I that whip
Didn't he do a by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? Look in his
a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you when you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and black
pulled his truck in back
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, inside the tie ho
Mase slow, and they go five o
Look out the window be we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got away murder

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, shorty right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the
I liked it lot better when she came Venezuela
But she spent too much so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend
She mad bad Baghdad
lotta money in Glad bag
She doin' runs for Gum
to think that bitch was slick
But found out she was really
She really from hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her like C-4
Never see me
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and like see-saw

For days you and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket you sleepin'
off on the Major Degan
Wit' your new every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been
You fuck a friend, she don't it against you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, chu got?
Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, chu shoot?
chu got? What?
Harlem World we don't
fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck wit' my
Who wanna put the up?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who put they deal on it?
I hear alot a niggas
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the up
Get from 'round me,