[Mase]
 Huddy Combs bring it home  we don't stop
 Jimmy Jones all alone  we don't stop
 Loon crime fam'  we don't stop
 Meeno  NRB  we don't stop
 To my man Blinky Blink  we don't stop
 My sis Baby Stase  she don't stop
 Killer Cam'  Cardan  they the fam'
 One two  we don't stop
 I know you thinkin'  how many nigga's he got?
 Or what  how many nigga's is hot?
 [Cardan]
 Yo  yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
 You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker
 So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success
 I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
 So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
 My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what?
 [Meeno]
 Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips
 And about a half a brick
 Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
 Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
 So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
 Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough
 It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
 Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb
 [Huddy] Yo, Meeno
 [Meeno] Yo, Hud
 [Huddy] On the low, here's the verdict
 A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
 I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
 Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'
 [Meeno]
 Shit, I recognize that whip
 Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
 Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
 What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes
 He's a bitch
 Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix?
 His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick
 Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits
 Who you forget when you was suckin' and fuckin'
 Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
 Mase pulled his truck in (black)
 Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
 Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh
 Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed
 No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
 [Cardan]
 Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
 Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
 Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar?
 Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
 You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did
 Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib
 I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
 But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her
 [Blinky]
 But yo, I know her friend Charise
 She mad bad from Baghdad
 Carry lotta money in Glad bag
 She doin' runs for Willie Gum
 Used to think that bitch was slick
 But found out she was really dumb
 She really from Philly's hunt of be more
 'Bout to blow her spot like C-4
 Never see me poor
 So why this bitch fuckin' wit' me for
 Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw
 [Stase]
 For days you argue and go through the phase
 You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways
 No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin'
 Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin'
 Freakin' off on the Major Degan
 Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental
 Understand what you been through
 You fuck a friend, she don't hold it against you
 [Mase]
 Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
 What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
 Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
 What chu got? What?
 Harlem World we don't stop
 Mother fucker, put your deal on it
 Mother fucker, put a mil' on it
 Put yo' fuckin' ice grill on it
 Put a mother fuckin' mil' on it
 Niggas can't fuck wit' my clique
 Who wanna put the money up?
 I hear alot a niggas talkin'
 But who wanna put they deal on it?
 I hear alot a niggas talkin'
 But who wanna put a mil on it?
 Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit
 Yo' Blink, back the Benz up
 Get from 'round me, nigga