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