Harlem World

Harlem World - Pointing Fingers songtekst

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Yo  only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
 Fuckin' wit' Stase  I caught a buck in the face
 I got the set me up  everybody's drinkin' Henney
 Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
 Grabbed her by offending  sure
 Hurt cuz his game didn't work
 He didn't know the alchohol's about to get him merc
 He tried to french kiss her
 Yo  that's my man twin sister
 Swung on him  but he threw the toaste in my ear
 I shoulda known he had people posted in here
 So I waited 'till the coast was clear
 And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah
 [Stase]
 Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
 Cuz see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
 I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
 But Hud don't never listen what I say
 He always do it his way, instead of our way
 That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play
 Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
 And he ain't checked the time on his wrist
 He probably somewhere lying to a chick
 Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
 How he gon' leave my big brother Mase and jell overnight
 He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out
 But messin' wit' Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out
 [Cardan]
 I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me
 We on the I-95, three jars on my seat
 I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
 You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
 We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states
 I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay
 I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
 The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates
 Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
 Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
 I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
 If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught
 [Huddy Combs]
 Cardie, when you gon' grow up? You need to get chips
 Stack dough up, switch your flow up, cuz your single was a donut
 Baby Stase, need to learn to stay in the place
 And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face
 And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much
 He wanna hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much
 And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much
 And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt
 Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get touched
 Go against Harlem World and we gon' toss you up
 [Cuda]
 Hey yo, Meeno, Hey yo, this is Cuda man
 There go Loon
 Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him
 [Meeno]
 Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon
 Went out like a straight buffoon
 For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
 Can't believe this shit
 Second week in June, second night in Cancun
 Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
 Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight
 But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss
 Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
 Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw
 He's all in love, seen it all before
 Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore
 And until this day, still goin' to war
 [Loon]
 Hey yo, you just mad cuz my chick drop dead
 And you mad cuz I went to Cancun got head
 You fed, cuz I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
 Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead
 You more fed cuz my pockets are stacked up
 While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
 You fat fuck
 Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
 And don't come around fourty and front and get tapped up
 Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
 I'mma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
 So strap up, cuz I know you don't like me
 But just know you won't get a chance to fight me
 Loon, All Out
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