Harlem World - Pay Per View lyrics

[Mase] Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out [Allen Iverson] Yo this is the answer Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance If we don't get the money we want were locked out That's why I run with them Harlem World n***as And everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in what we do That's why this sh** is Pay Per View Verse One: Allen Iverson The Answer do mad dirt Won't hesitate to put in work Verbal hair trigga Whatchu up n***a Lets see your figgas Is this all you got in your little bank account? Entrepre n***a bounce Come back with a much larger amount And I still stop your bank and what you got in it As soon as I win it I spend it In the Benz that's tinted True balla I f** and you call her I bust nuts and you spoil her You know the game militant track race f** pretty Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi A.I, Betha in Miami G's in our pockets Pullin' out on these b**hes like tubs and crocket Verse Two: Huddy Combs When there is cheddar to get Huddy be ready to spit Thug from the past Sold d** by the slab Use to transport coke through cabs Like a fork to the hill Until my n***a Black got k**ed Talkin' guns These n***as talk with ones Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips I felt your pain b**h n***a shoot your brains Four point six with MA$E that's four more chips Four more dimes can give us head like four more times I bound the four All Out were down to ball I popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the top I doin' a six My and OZ screwin' your b**h My money in NY as long as this sh** That's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick When I pop the shot I don't give a f** who I hit Huddy Combs, smoothest n***a to ever do all this sh** [MA$E] These motherf**ers smilin' You know I'm the only n***a playin' We ain't playin' withchu n***a Yall n***as forgettin' my man is the same n***a who put Mike on skates You tryin' to cross over We don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no land We go where we want, do what ever we want to do We don't get the money we want were locked out We don't need ten days contract n***as Is you forgettin' n***as we don't walk on We franchise sh** You know these n***as? (I don't know these n***as) All in your face! BOY!! Verse Three: Mysonne Hey yo I gave you a choice Yall chose the ruff route Little f*ggot a** n***as get duffed out With black eyes, your lips all puffed out In the alleyways screamin' with your guts out You just entered a world you know nothing about We put bricks in b**hes while you huff and pout Steal dreams and politics frill teams We probably have enough chips to build teams And if there is no build promise its full of cream Du-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my green Its like that You p**y just like cat I take your man and you wishin' he could fight back But he can't cuz ny n***as is like crack We take a hit and you better come right back And k** you, I a**ure you its real boo We in your hood for hoodies and steel too And anything you n***as want we while do And all you cats that real I feel you Because I'm real too k** but I ill too I had respect since I was young and still do Ain't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and money I might steal you with d**h to W Trout [MA$E] Now I'm on the beat x4 Verse Four: MA$E Yo All the n***as that I'm runnin' with is live and low Chippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of coke You know my steez, n***a I die before I'm broke k** n***as mob style then wipe ??? You want beef with Murder n***a get the studded Insulated turn back when spit the pellets Not only do I do dirt I live to tell it Leave body in the crib so kids can smell it How you gon know how I feel? Can't friend cuz most of them k**ed And the other flipped over a deal n***as clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be real What happened to point blank run a hole in his grill You got money to lose n***a bet against MA$E I had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fish Yall n***as is fish cake like I said on my tape No matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$E You know where I am Know where I stand I'm the only n***a tellin' this willie sh** first hand Got damn I got sunblock on catchin' a light tan Floatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sand Get a hundred grand to spit Fifty grand to use it Fifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse it f** makin' raps for the love of music Have of them in you for a video and don't even included it b*tch!