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We about to make this Harlem World shit real hot We got Murder Mase, Big L, Killa, Herb McGruff On Ron G the mixtape king That hold it down for Uptown I walk around With sick style sippin' on Cristal My whole clicks wild I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm makin' hits now What I recite be takin' hours to write If you write tell your man what kind of flowers you like I'm about as ridiculous as bankrolls, clothes and Hostin' shows, smokin foes and strokin' hoes in the Poconos I roll wit intruders looters and sharp shooters Who spark Budhas And fuck thick bitches wit large hooters I grew up in the slums of greed Known for Drawin guns with speed or Sellin' tons a weed cuz I got sons to feed Harlem's where the thugs rest We sendin faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh I only roll wit Big Willie ass niggas So motherfuck all them little silly ass niggas I chew punks like chew sticks Known for droppin' new hits I know you want me ho if I was you I'd want me too bitch L is that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette Debt I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet So Herb McGruff my mellow my man Get on the mike and do the best you can Livin' the life of luxury Never low funds my niggas got the guns Girls wigglin', shakin' they buns Cowards run money makin' in tuns Swimmin' pool you know the rules Champagne and brew flossin' my jewels City zone mad game like pretty Tone 3-57 chrome to your dome Hard as stone all Gruff cars got phones Who be that hundred dollar bill crispy Blaze handkerchief be Gator morry .white bacardi mad pissy Champagne cooler filled wit Mo, Don, and Cristy Eyes low from the dust and hydro When bubbly get low what the fuck we buy mo I'm universal, yeah Gruff, Herb style Every now and then mix my herb wit Tical I roll wit real niggas who live like foul Range off the hook y'all short and shook You know how many lives we took Straight up crook Gruff Will never live by the book Yeah and ya don't stop Mase rule Harlem World baby girl Kam rule Harlem World baby girl Mase rule Harlem World baby girl Kam rule Harlem World baby girl Yo, this Mase the newest and youngest member Represent on this new Ron G shit Yeah kid Harlem on the rise You don't really want a problem with us guys I got my man Killa Kam wit me We blowin' this shit down on the 123 Represent kid for the NYC Yo, you know I be OT low key Icy rollie smoke a O.Z Hoes think I'm cute Now I got the loot see in how to pursue My click puff chico negro Puerto Rica Puffin' in the jeep still watchin' for police Yo, I spit on the reg And girls bodies so sweet keys taped to there legs Became my Sugar Mammi's They hit me off wit mad loot plus the good punani Now I'm rockin' Movado like I got half of the lotto And me and Monte Carlo sippin' Remy out the bottle Parle wit moms Alize in my palm I don't know what it is or what they seen me wit But these Moschino chicks want Casino chips I be fuckin' wit loot 600's and coops Mad bitches lickin' down my stomach like I'm Luke While you hit the scene Flippin' bricks to get your green I whip the mean triple beam deluxe wit the wings Feel that one day I'll have to die over this cream I ain't tryin' to be seen in jail wit 5 to 15 So I change my ways start carryin' the Koran Follow the man that they call Louie Farrakhan Soon as I stop dealin' drugs is a career A thug appeared, hit me wit a slug from the rear It's fucked up but that what happens When you dwell in these streets Only to ways out the game Go to jail or be deceased
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