Poke - Crew of the Year lyrics

[Mase] Yo, throw the beat on Yeah, yeah, yeah Trackmaster Harlem World, The Movement The Commisioner Cuda Love up above This sh** is not a game Ya hear me? [Meeno] Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes Recognize the steelo of this n***a 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 b**hes givin' blows, parties and gunfights Only right, I be the spark that will ignite Explosions, MIC erosion, n***as 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 f** it Here's a portion with no endorsement Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta A n***a 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 f** who isn't here Harlem World'll be the crew of the year And murder n***as, all we do is a year Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f** who isn't here Harlem World'll be the crew of the year And murder n***as, all we do is a year Scream it out [Loon] Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell d** But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs It's bug, how n***as get rolled up in rugs Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet You creep, n***as know who the thug And that's why Loon never showed you no love You feminine, and don't know the sh** you swimmin' in f**ing with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough And don't need to gimmick to blow When I get it you know n***a, cuz I visit yo' ho I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo' Y'all n***as on coke. Me? I think your sh** is a joke But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke And opposed to me? Y'all n***as hoes to me How the f** you gettin' money doin' shows for free? [Cardan & Mase] Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f** who isn't here (Harlem World) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year (The Movement) And murder n***as, all we do is a year (All Out) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year Scream it out, we don't give a f** who isn't here (Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise) Harlem World'll be the crew of the year (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon) And murder n***as, all we do is a year (C'mon, c'mon) Scream it out [Mase] Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements? Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again? Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again? Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans? Dumb n***as with Timbaland, til they body tremblin' Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin' I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins Is that the same color my brother got sent up in? You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine Cuz in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in You gon' float on the same sh** they put the penguin in And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man Cuz I put my dick in any b**h I could fit it in C'mon Repeat 1 until fade