[Mase]
 Uh  uh  uh  yo
 Harlem World gon' make me rich
 Harlem World gon' take your bitch
 Harlem World is the place to be
 This M A Dollar Sign E
 [Stase]
 Yo  hold up keep it steady
 Y'all chicks ain't really ready
 Y'all sweating Stase already
 And I ain't pushing a Chevy
 I ain't even lyin'  I ain't even sign
 People want my back
 Yo  what's up with that?
 See  running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
 Tell me do you like what you see
 Is it tight as could be?
 No, Mase ain't writing for me
 And I have no desire to be
 Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me
 Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me
 You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me
 And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me
 You could drop me off the same place you found me
 Cuz it won't be long before you have to crown me
 If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
 And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?
 1 - I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
 I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
 I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
 Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
 I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
 I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
 I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
 Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
 [Loon]
 Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight
 Even though we fight, because the dough be like
 When the dough be right
 You know we havin a ball
 Sippin on cristall and all
 Chicks smile and all
 Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil
 Ice on the wrist dial and all
 But nevertheless, boo there was never a test
 That stopped me from loving you best
 I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs
 Definitely your lips and eyes
 Them chicks can slide
 They tryin' to be all in the mix
 Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip
 But boo, there's only room for 2
 Until I get the coupe for you
 You know how I do
 And then you could scoop your crew
 And do what you wants to do
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 [Naughty]
 Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
 I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
 Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older
 That I be holy
 Kicks to camp *** floatin' with Naught'
 A boat and a yacht
 Was all that I was hopin to rock
 As a young kid stacked and eventually learned
 That money was made for that
 Never meant to be burned
 Why lets all get this
 Using that 'I murder you face'
 I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight
 But thought *** to that they gon' taste this ***
 Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick
 When I die they'll be a headstone big as a ***
 And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up
 For the fact, played it back
 And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors
 And peranhas a week
 Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep
 Lookin' out for B-4's every diamond creek
 [Huddy Combs]
 But you slow money, cuz it's better than no money
 I only crap out when I play with your money
 You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money
 I only hang wit Mase cuz he keeps them hoes for me
 Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy
 Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me
 And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides
 Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what
 Repeat 1 until fade