Movement

[Huddy Combs]
Yo only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' wit' Stase I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up everybody's drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc
He tried to french kiss her
Yo that's my man twin sister
Swung on him but he threw the toaste in my ear
I shoulda known he had people posted in here
So I waited 'till the coast was clear
And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah
[Stase]
Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
But Hud don't never listen what I say
He always do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play
Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gon' leave my big brother Mase and jell overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out
But messin' wit' Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out
[Cardan]
I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three jars on my seat
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states
I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught
[Huddy Combs]
Cardie, when you gon' grow up? You need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
Baby Stase, need to learn to stay in the place
And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face
And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much
He want to hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much
And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much
And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get touched
Go against Harlem World and we gon' toss you up
[Cuda]
Hey yo, Meeno, Hey yo, this is Cuda man
There go Loon
Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him
[Meeno]
Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon
Went out like a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight
But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, seen it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore
And until this day, still goin' to war
[Loon]
Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop dead
And you mad 'cause I went to Cancun got head
You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat fuck
Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, All Out

Yo, I'm still lookin' at the game y'know (heh heh)
And I see that it's alot a niggas that's just frontin'
Basically, ya nahmean?

Yo, I'm doin' 150 wildin' (uh huh)
Headin' out to City Island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in your navel
Actin' like it cost nine G's (c'mon)
A real fine queen, eyes was light green (yeah)
And had a tattoo written in Chinese
Only 25, spent her money wise
Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size

Damn, you got some funny eyes

Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm)
You could catch me at the rink a lot (uh huh)
But enough about me ma, you look amazing
Are you Haitian?

I'm half that and half Asian, my name is Raven
Live in New Haven (yeah)
'Till I find the right man, my virginity I'm savin' (uh huh)

The things I was sayin', honey might be blazin'
I took her to the Days Inn, of course
She gave in (c'mon)

No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)

Uhh, uhh
I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club (yea)
With Dominican chicks, about to get my dick rubbed (uh huh)
Shit bug, how I lay up and sip Bud
You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood (c'mon)
Cuz I get love yeah, where ever I go
And I'd die for my niggas, but never no hoe
So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed
A brown skin mami, that's the wife I need (uh huh)
Light that weed, front, nigga might just bleed
I might just squeeze, matter of fact I might just leave
Cuz I don't need a hoe that drink Moet by the liter
If you don't like me, I ain't feelin' your ass neither (ha ha)
I need a true diva, pushin' a two-seater (yea)
That's alright, let my wife, my crew meet her
In other words, I need a chick off the meter
The type that wild out when I eat her (c'mon)

No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)

Hey, yo, Huddy? In the door (heyyyy)
Waiter, give me four (heyyyy)
Bitches they adore (heyyyy)
From here to Wichita (heyyyy)
I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh)
Where my niggas at? At the bar, where titties at
You know I spend dough, get in clubs with Indo
And bet my shit blow like a block on Crenshaw
I'm poppin' Cris', hoe (uh huh)
While you sippin' on Cisco, I'm at the disco
Reminiscin' on 'Frisco, and this go
To honeys who be knowin' your name, knowin' your fame (yea)
Know you rock a Rolley and chain
But it don't stop, so get-it, get-it
The Huddy hit-it, hit-it (uh huh)
She saw my ice, she was really wit it
She wanna settle down, be committed (yea)
She saw the drop with the TV's in it
Shit, I gotta pay this hoe a visit

Oh no, Boo Boo
You won't be payin' (what)
Anything over here except the rent (c'mon)

No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)
No disrespect, you look nice and shit (I know)
And I ain't really tryin' to price your shit
(Yeah, yeah so stop)
I'm sayin' I like that Platinum on your wrist
But why isn't no ice in this?
Same reason why, baby girl, that ain't your hair
(No the fuck, you did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin', basically, ya heard?
(Basically?)

Yeah, you know you wanna be over here
Fake ass, yeah

Huddy Combs bring it home, we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone, we don't stop
Loon crime fam', we don't stop
Meeno, NRB, we don't stop
To my man Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many nigga's he got?
Or what, how many nigga's is hot?

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what?

Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb

Yo, Meeno
Yo, Hud
On the low, here's the verdict
A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'

Shit, I recognize that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes
He's a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
Mase pulled his truck in (black)
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder

Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend Charise
She mad bad from Baghdad
Carry lotta money in Glad bag
She doin' runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was slick
But found out she was really dumb
She really from Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her spot like C-4
Never see me poor
So why this bitch fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw

For days you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the Major Degan
Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been through
You fuck a friend, she don't hold it against you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got? What?
Harlem World we don't stop
Mother fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice grill on it
Put a mother fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck wit' my clique
Who wanna put the money up?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they deal on it?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the Benz up
Get from 'round me, nigga

You make me feel...
It's the real thing girl!
Talk about it, talk about it
What you want, huh?

One two, one two
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
One two, one two
Hah hah hah
One two, one two
Yeah yeah yo, yo, yo

Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things
But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game
I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain
So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began
I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman
That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it
I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me
Then let you float out on the beach
With the string o' yo' "G"
I need a pretty momma
Silly momma, diddy poppa
Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper
That get her own chips, push her own six
And make me do my sits when I finish my dips

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

Yo, real chicks do real things
Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling
Always speak my mind whenever I feel things
Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing
And my real chicks feel what I mean
Am I right? Am I tight?
Do this chick bring it to the light
Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke
Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase
While you was lovin' John Doe
I copped a condo
While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down
I see it for a fact now, it's intact now
It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat
Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease
I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what
I'ma forever rise
Rings be tetra-size
Girls be petrified
It's a heavy meza-ride

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
All Out, All Out

Yo, you better do what I say yo
Get this through your head-o
Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o
My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o
If he could take three shots, he could take four
I'm on the low though
But wit a lot of dough tho'
And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo
That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason
Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season
Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian
Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin'
Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons
Open up a new account just to through G's in
Got Blink chick follow me for no reason
And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what

Harlem World, Harlem World the clique
Harlem World the clique, come on now

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
All Out, All Out, All Out
M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah
Baby Stase
Cardan
Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink
Yeah, yeah
Kianna, Stason
Yeah, yeah
Cuda Love
Black Fred
Me Chico
Wha-what what what what
J.M.
Lil' Cease
Kim
Cristal
B-Rock
Gutter
What the... what the, uh
You don't stop
Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X
Bad Boy, yeah
So-So Def
JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out

Uh, the world is back, World War II
Harlem World be the clique
Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga
Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen
This what family mean, nigga

I'm only tryin' to get my dough right
Still I'm 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

We don't get along wit' them fake dudes

Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst
Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out)
The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first
Had these hoes like "he's the worst"
My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked
Better run and get your man even though he don't 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"

And if you touched us

It can't happen
His hands is the only thing your man's clappin'
Don't 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 can't 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)

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

Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself
Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself
Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself
No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself
My lust for wealth makes me say fuck my health
So when I die, respect me when I'm gone
But while I'm alive, correct me when I'm wrong
My life, I'm projecting in my songs
But let me move on
Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan
Thinkin' I'm 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, I'mma slam whoever, out whatever
You try to stop our reign of terror
You're guarenteed to fall out
Fuckin' wit' All Out

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

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' I'm 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
It's Indo, bounce the smoke through the window
Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low
Tint those big lips while y'all 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, I'm heavy on jewels
Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice
It's nice and I can belly you for mo'

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

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