[mase]
Uh, the world is back, world war ii
Harlem world be the clique
Any nigga dont like it, hes a dick, nigga
Shit we bout to do is the illest shit ever seen
This what family mean, nigga
[teamsters]
Im only tryin to get my dough right
Still Im labeled as a lowlife
Because I ass-bet when I roll dice
Put my dick up in yo wife, raw dog
Now we got a son on the way
The call yours, I ignore laws
Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves
[blinky]
We dont get along wit them fake dudes
[teamsters]
Drivin me bizerk on beats I burst
Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (all out)
The streets is cursed, Im eatin first
Had these hoes like "hes the worst"
My peeps is thirst, release the curse or get smacked
Better run and get your man even though he dont react
When the gun is in his hand
Better have a team we gon bit through
Mad crews even got your moms screamin
"them dudes is bad news"
[mase]
And if you touched us
[teamsters]
It cant happen
His hands is the only thing your mans clappin
Dont understand rappin
Wanna flow I call it foolishness
You know how many tunes I grip?
To pay dues and shit
Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique
Since your girl cant refuse the dick
You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips
And who you wit? (all out)
Ghetto crucifix, we o.t. movin bricks
What, what, what (all out, all out)
(all out, all out, all out)
[meeno]
1 - family if we blow? we blowin together
And if we gotta go? we goin together
And if we get dough? we get it together
And messin wit all out? you cats know better
Now family if we blow, we blowin together
And if we gotta go, we goin together
And if we get dough, we get it together
And fuckin wit all out, you cats know better
[blinky]
Yo, how can I trust you when I dont even trust myself
Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself
Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself
No wife, no bitch, Ill nut myself
My lust for wealth makes me say fuck my health
So when I die, respect me when Im gone
But while Im alive, correct me when Im wrong
My life, Im projecting in my songs
But let me move on
Half this side of guards ran wit cardan
Thinkin Im a God soon gotta sweep that la loon
Harlem world baby, say that name forever
Game cheddar as long as we stay together
Range your bet on, nigga act up, aim your berrettas
Cuz for that money son, imma slam whoever, out whatever
You try to stop our reign of terror
Youre guarenteed to fall out
Fuckin wit all out
Repeat 1
[teamsters]
What, the only shit you niggas poppin is the shit that you talk
Get the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walk
Wit the sunroof cracked, yo Im twistin it up
Pitchin it up, I think it was the cris in the car
Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh
I drive till my eyes close
Me and like five hoes and bugsy, domma
Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-las
Sayin goodbye-ha
Its indo, bounce the smoke through the window
Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low
Tint those big lips while yall spit phlegm out
O.d. is still mo
Remote throw the em out the belly of the beast
We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites
Throw my stellies on creep, Im heavy on jewels
Hey, my niggas havin yo fool come back twice
Its nice and I can belly you for mo
Repeat 1 until fade
