[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



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