Harlem World - Minute Man lyrics

(Mase) Uh, uh, uh, yo Harlem World gon' make me rich Harlem World gon' take your b**h 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 'cause 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 s** 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 s** 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 fishk** 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 Repeat 1 (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 n***a 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, 'cause 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 'cause 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 Repeat 1 until fade