[Mase]
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Yo, throw the beat on
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Trackmaster
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Harlem World, The Movement
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The Commisioner
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Cuda Love up above
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This shit is not a game
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Ya hear me?
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[Meeno]
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Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
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Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno
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First of all, there will be no type of discussion
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For this money, the industry I'm bum-rushing
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And trusting who? Never that, only crew
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And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do
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So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights
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Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
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Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
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Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin'
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And we are holdin' down the track
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Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin
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Guess what, what? It's really not too often
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That I let loose like this, but fuck it
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Here's a portion with no endorsement
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Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
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A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
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Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em
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Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em
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Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him
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Right through him, like I never knew him
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[Cardan]
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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And murder niggas, all we do is a year
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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And murder niggas, all we do is a year
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Scream it out
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[Loon]
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Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs
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But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs
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It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
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Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
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You creep, niggas know who the thug
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And that's why Loon never showed you no love
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You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
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Fucking with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline
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Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough
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And don't need to gimmick to blow
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When I get it you know nigga, cuz I visit yo' hoe
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I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo'
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Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke
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But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
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And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me
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How the fuck you gettin' money doin' shows for free?
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[Cardan & Mase]
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
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(Harlem World)
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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(The Movement)
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And murder niggas, all we do is a year
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(All Out)
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
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(Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise)
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Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
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(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
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And murder niggas, all we do is a year
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(C'mon, c'mon)
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Scream it out
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[Mase]
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Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements?
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Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again?
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Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again?
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Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans?
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Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin'
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Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin'
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I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins
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Is that the same color my brother got sent up in?
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You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin
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Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan
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You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine
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Cuz in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon
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You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in
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You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in
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And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man
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Cuz I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in
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C'mon
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Repeat 1 until fade
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Crew Of The Year
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| Harlem World |
