| Yo, check this out right
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| Harlem on da rise
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| And you don’t want no problem with us guys, uh
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| And if you ever out tryin' to find me
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| I think I should warn you
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| I get hard when I want to
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| Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggas ain’t ready
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| Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks
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| Playin' son to the niggas on the corner holdin' the gatts
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| Nigga come through, a nigga kill, never blow back
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| You the nigga never did but send in all the facts
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| Yo, I know niggas like you cuz I meet 'em all the time
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| And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what’s mine
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| If I lose I get loc, put a fool in the yoke
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| Two to his throat, take his jewels and his coat
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| More than likely, you ain’t got to like me
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| And this might be the last time I take you nicely
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| For my legion, fill up the season and start squeezin'
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| Niggas talkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin'
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| There’s no breathin', ain’t nobody in here leavin'
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| You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we even
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| I’m from a cold world, where it’s bleeding 20 degrees in
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| Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no reason
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| Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
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| Many sons, niggas do anything to anyone
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| And on the streets I don’t doubt nuttin'
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| So when you talk to Mase better watch yo mouth son
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| 1 — Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act
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| You niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap
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| You niggas got gatts, we got gatts
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| You niggas wanna style, we style
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| If you get foul, we get foul
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| You get wild, we get wild
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| If niggas wanna act we can act
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| If niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap
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| You niggas got gatts, we got gats
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| You niggas wanna style, we style
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| If you get foul, we get foul
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| You get wild, we get wild
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| Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip
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| Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit
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| Keep the whole Harlem World on some Clue shit
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| We crisp bub sippers, strip club niggas
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| Peace to the street team, ya’ll get love niggas
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| Six years ago I was the have-not nigga
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| Hot nigga, represent for all my block niggas
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| Now I’m 6 drop niggas, baggette rock niggas
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| 10 G’s a show and I ain’t even drop niggas
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| Shock niggas who thought I was a pop nigga
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| You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigga!
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| Players like me’ll leave your whole block bitter
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| Roll hard like when I see the bank stop nigga
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| Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a nigga
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| Don’t really fuck with Dame, but still I copped Jigga
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| Yo, I do this everyday, why brag about the glory?
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| Tell you the whole truth, never half the story
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| You wasn’t no hater, you’d probably be happy for me
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| Billboard first slot in every category
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| Niggas say they love me, they don’t love me
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| I know deep down they wanna slug me
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| I feel the vibe when they hug me
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| Luckily I rock jewels that be chuckie
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| Over Iceberg Rugby, pushin' a Benz buggey
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| For a better batch, roll fever for notes
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| And need I approach little niggas seated in coach
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| I mean, um, think it’s smaller than the weed in my roach
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| The seed in my smoke, the niggas ain’t cheap, they broke
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| Oh yeah, this my dough year
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| Jealousy and envy’ll get you nowhere
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| You don’t like me, bet against me
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| You right, got dough do whatever you like
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| I get front row seats on the night of the fight
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| My Roley too tight, how many link, loosen my ice
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| And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the duece twice
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| Niggas who don’t make dough, I can’t affil’ate with 'em
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| I’m dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism
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| Busta Ad Libs around Chorus while:
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| Um, yo, whatever you want
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| We can do
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| We can do it better
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| And you niggas wanna scrap? |
| We can scrap
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| Niggas wanna wild? |
| We wild
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| However niggas like it, you get it
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| Harlem World
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| Bad Boy
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| It’s '97, yeah, Harlem on the rise
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| And you don’t really want no problem wit us guys
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| Uh, got my man Cardan with me
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| KFC, D-R-E, Blinkey blink
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| Cooda Love, Utto, uh
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| Black Fred
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| Big
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| Puff Diddy
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| You know we got bitches
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| Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee
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| You don’t stop, we won’t stop |