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[Mase]
Yo, throw the beat on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trackmaster
Harlem World, The Movement
The Commisioner
Cuda Love up above
This shit is not a game
Ya hear me?
[Meeno]
Suprise, I`m `bout to blow right before your eyes
Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno
First of all, there will be no type of discussion
For this money, the industry I`m bum-rushing
And trusting who? Never that, only crew
And who`s my crew? A chosen few that`s how I do
So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights
Bum bitches givin` blows, parties and gunfights
Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin`
And we are holdin` down the track
Proceed with caution, stop your flossin` or see a coffin
Guess what, what? It`s really not too often
That I let loose like this, but fuck it
Here`s a portion with no endorsement
Doin` what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga frontin` hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
Show `em I`mma be the one that`s gonna blow `em
Out the box, with the ox, nice to know `em
Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him
Right through him, like I never knew him
[Cardan]
Harlem World`ll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don`t give a fuck who isn`t here
Harlem World`ll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World`ll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don`t give a fuck who isn`t here
Harlem World`ll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out