Harlem World

[puff daddy]
Hey yo mase, you know what i don't like?
(why you over there lookin' at me)
I don't like when, you know, i'm in a club
(why you over there lookin' at me)
And i'm with my honey
(why you over there lookin' at me)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden

1 - why you over there lookin' at me
While my girl standin' here
Why you over there lookin' at me
While my girl standin' here

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Hit you with the ice grill, you know
Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than
Some of yo niggas
Dig?

[mase]
Now what the hell is you lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as i score?
Can't my car look better than yours?
Can i have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to see me without no drawers
In a stretch lex with about ten doors?
How is murder?
P. diddy name me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me?
People wanna know who is he, he get busy
Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy
Niggas on the block know mase motto
One thing about harlem world, we all got dough
98' tahoe, tommy and a roscoe
Case i'm every chased by a donny brascoe

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[mase]
Yo, i can't get mad cuz you look at me
Cuz on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear
Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here
You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own
Cuz bein' broke and alone is something i can't condone
Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome
Sit gently, while i'm on the bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
Cuz i'm mad fly and icy?
And why you can't satisfy yo wifey
And if it wasn't for this bad boy exposure
Cd, tv's, really would i know ya
Now me and blink float in the gold rover
So it's only right you get the cold shoulder
And if you got a girl, don't be real committed
Cuz mase will hit it, you got to deal with it

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Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on)
We don't stop


[mase]
We was all at the greek fest, it's hot and sandy
I rent scooters, i'm with my family
Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy
But get approached by a girl named tammy
Who looked good enough to be miss miami
But say, since some her peeps call her candy
Than she starts to ask about aaliyah and brandy
Tellin' me how she met puff down at the grammy's
He ain't tell you i was the one with no panties?
Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties?
Please, tell me something that i don't know
Like if we have sex, you don't want dough
And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10
I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends
And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie
And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me

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1 - do you really wanna hurt mase?
Or do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it really that you envy mase?
Or you don't really wanna see me fly?

Do you really wanna hurt mase?
Or do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it really that you envy mase?
Or you don't really wanna see me fly?

Now you don't wanna see me angry
Ain't enough cops or cuffs to chain me
Days to arraign me, kkk's to hang me, insane me
Ya need ice picks to bang me
Need more than a straight jacket to restrain me
Or more guns with my prints for you to frame me and mame me
Nigga, look at you and look at us
My duns don't fuss, harlem win you with a thrush
Nigga you better hush, i can mess out the cave
Niggas still get touched
And them little ones you bust ain't enough for us
Listen here, mase'll make you disappear
And yo' mouth'll be the reason that you missed this year
Man who needs ya? you don't need me, i don't need you neither
That's why my next lex gon' be a two seater
And the things i do to you won't leave you beautiful
And though yo' feelin' fuck me, i'm feelin' mutual

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From the m to the a nigga dollar sign e
Come around money if you ever tryin' to find me
I was murder for six years, seen no clean from it
Drop murder off, mase woke up at teen summit
My niggas joke, niggas broke, kill a laugh
I got power, make a call, get a mil' in cash
Like my money and ya ain't cuz they don't tax me
Actually, anything you got to ask me, fax me
I'm no beamer dreamer, i'm a bentley man
Car totally smashed threw out 50 grand
How ya figure ya bigger when mase that nigga
And every style i deliver come with much charisma
Knock it off, now will ya , i'm the one that bitches live for
Don't get me wrong you niggas make it hot i make it sizzler
And i don't know you cats, so don't you get familiar
And if you violate me and mine i guarentee i peel ya

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If i ever whisper on a remix, i got c-chips
Time is money, when you talk gotta be quick
I don't see how ya'll hang or even be wit
Niggas ridin' in the benz with only one v-6
But i know how it is when ya go into the bar
Got girls overreact, they thowin' you a star
Got niggas player hatin' don't even know who you are
And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in yo' car
When you're from harlem world niggas never see yo' views
They wait for you to flop or be on bet news
All they see the g's and jewels, v's that ya cruise
Being the underdogs, they can't wait to see us lose
Don't hate me, thank me
I don't get mad when nigga's bitches prank me
Make you cranky to see me places that you can't be
I'm too pretty to let you niggas shank me
And frankly, know you probably hate me cause you ain't me

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[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

[mase]
Yo, i'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that i never knew
And show him how i look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my last request

[jadakiss]
Yo, yo if i had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar from branson
And make sure i leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And i'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though i ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

[black rob]
You know when i was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then i'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so i put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats i wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter

1 - if you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

[sheek]
What hey yo, if i had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that i paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, i'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag i just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when i'm down to twenty three, i'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

[styles]
If i had twenty four hours to live, i'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and i got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four i make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that i hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that i'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds

[dmx]
Twenty four left until my death
So i'm gon' waste alot of lives, but i'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where i'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that i'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before i go, say hello to my little friend
But i gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl i love her
C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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And welcome back from that commercial break
Um i found out some please ladies and gentlemen
Hold your applause please can you hold your applause
I found out something very interesting
The mad producer, he's not really that mad
Uh he well mr. producer can you please tell us
Why you're not really that mad?
Eh eh eh yo would i be tellin you shit though?
You can't be you know what i'm sayin
Eh eh eh yo word up tv you know what i'm sayin what's up for real
Gentlemen please
Yo i gotta tell you something for real
What up? what up?
The niggaz got chedda dog and i did a track on mase's album
And i ain't gonna lie
Naw naw you can't be talkin like that for real
The niggaz don't you know what i'm say they be raisin..
Naw son naw
I'm sorry dog for real yo but
Man dog!
That kid mase be doin his thing yo
What you mean he be doin his thing
I know they be doin their..what
What i don't be doin my thing
Millie vanilli did they thing
New kid's on the block, rupaul
All them bitches and everybody else did they thing
And you ain't do no tracks on them
What happened to my track? you give 'em my shit?
You gave 'em my shit?
You gave em send 'em to the fuckin' projects
You give how could you do that i'm the jolliest nigga you know son
How could you do that to me son? damn!!

Spoken intro (puff daddy)

Hmm, yeah
The year is 1997
The place: new york, new york, big city of dreams
Harlem u.s.a., hundred and tenth street, 1-25th, 8th avenue
7th avenue, lenox, polo grounds, hundred 45th street, hundred
12th street, hun' 35th street
This is the birthplace, of that nigga, they call mase
This is where he resides at
This is his world
Harlem world
And this is his story
A story of... life, death, sex, drugs, happiness
Jealousy, envy, reality
This is his world... harlem world...
Harlem world...

Harlem world...

Bitches is drop dead gorgeous yo
Wassup with ma$e b?
Why he be showin no love this way b?
Come through the block don't say shit or nothin
Don't forget, he used to live on our block nigga
He went with puffy & he don't know how to act b
Wait till i get on b, it's gonna be real
Wait till i see that nigga on the street.
Nigga, gonna take me nowhere
You talkin like he promisin you shit
He did nigga
He told me he was gonna take me to the roleys
Gonna have & all that me & this nigga grew up
What the fuck you talkin about?
He promise me, he owe me nigga
Fuck you talkin about
I'm sayin you gotta understand shit
Niggas be busy, they move around, ya know
Sayin, like i said, we was on the road
You actin, like he told you he was comn to get you
Take you on the road with him
Nah, it ain't even like that b
I'm just sayin, i wanna shine to, that's what i'm sayin dog
That's all i'm sayin
I don't wanna be on the corner, b, i wanna shine
I'm sayin though man, niggas gotta make moves
Fuck, everybody don't make moves at the same time
It takes time b, everybody gotta get they chance to shine
Ya know what i'm sayin, everybody get they chance to shine

Sample: don't stop till you get enough

Yo, yo
Yo, if you gonna hit niggas' girl
Just expect niggas to hit your girl
And that's it
112 help me say

[112]
1 - if she got with you when
She already had a man
Why wouldn't she cheat on you
(why wouldn't she cheat on you)
If she got with you when
She already had a man
Why wouldn't she cheat on you
(why wouldn't she cheat on you)

[mase]
Mase, come on
If i'm in the streets or i'm in my jeep
And i wit my peep, ex know not to speak
See it's all good, and it's all sweet
All women flirt, all women cheat
So i might spend a week down in virginia beach
Out or in the sheets blaze plenty freaks
Be the bad boy everybody wanna meet
Practice what i preach, never caught when i cheat
If i ain't work late, i say i was wit my peeps
And quick to tell a hoe, yo i ain't get the beep
And all these girls is quite the same
So it ain't your pencil, it's how you write your name

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[lil' cease]
Ain't nobody hotter than the jam, don dada
Been around the world with girls at ramada
Never been the one that chick, lotta scotta, protta
And yo when cease got a girl he gotta
Though i love a ghetto girl that keep her doobie fly
39 in my benz them niggas and super size
Girl talk slick but i see through the lies
You don't got tv, whatcha mean who am i
If you knew what i knew, you wouldn't be givin' her pearls
If you know that she cheap why you live with the girl
Half you cats couldn't live in my world
Cuz you couldn't picture another nigga hittin' your girl (what?)

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[jay-z]
Is it because my game is stronger, name last longer
On the brain like a whole eighth but can
Chicks stop, mesmerize rub up on they tetas
Like push up bras, who you dealin' with ma, he's jigga
You know the rawest, ice is flawless baby
Nice is lawless, recite for balla's
And i fools ya'll fake players every time
Cuz you only hit chicks that you think is mine
You know how i paid his due, but i'm unfatable
Mommy screamin' pappi can i skate wit you
They wanna ride wit me, stay fly wit me
Wanna help me get rid of my rivalries
Wanna be the ebony to my ivory
But i'm straight though, thanks ma, i only chase dough
We can lay for tonight but in the mornin'
I get shirley murdock, i hope your door slam lock, i'm gone

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[mase]
Yo, you can't think you gonna be cheatin and the girl ain't gonna cheat
Just like you cheat, they could cheat
And i just think, you a fool if you think girls don't cheat

Yeah

1 - how many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you

[puff daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, i'mma ride for you, would you ride for me?
Well, i'mma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So i keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, i guarantee my team don't choke
Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force
And when i say we won't quit, believe this shit
When i talk about a benz, let you see the 6
And when i'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch
When puff talk, you niggas take heed to this

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[mase]
Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, i'mma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without ac
Thinks i'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it?
This year cancun, guess who i'm going wit
My own niggas, see i pay my own trip
Make my own chips, i copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like i'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggas die for, go on the shelf
Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt
Me, i always had, so i never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with teddy roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way i leave the furniture, think it was co-found
Here's the low-down, messin' with mase gotta go down
What more could i say but hey, guess you niggas know now

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[lil' kim]
Motherfuckin' right i'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with
Lil' kim spread like syphilis
You think i'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like e.f. hutton, when i talk, niggas listen
So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz i'm the q to the b
To the motherfuckin' e-e
Copped my cd, now all ya'll wanna be me
See me on the tv, beds will dip in 3-d
Peep the cd, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus i'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, i hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter i enter
So why should i throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga b.i.g, i'mma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that i'd die for

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You ready mase?

Party people
In the place to be (uh huh)
It's about that time
For us to (yeah, uh huh)

Yo, what you know about goin' out
Head west, red lex, tv's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all glittered up
Stick up can, they go what?
Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all
Ho's ride, get your nut 'till i can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'd a hit everything, from cancun to grant's tomb
Why you standin' on the wall?
Hand on your balls
Lighting up drugs always fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure i wouldn't wild when i'm in my french clothes
Dress as i suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, baguettes in my rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra o's
Buy the e, get a key, to the lex to hold
East, west, every state, come on, bury the hate
Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that act's friend in a lex or a benz
Let's begin, bring this bs to an end
Come on

1 - bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if i could
I wouldn't change you if i could
I wouldn't change you if i could

Ah ah
You can't understand we be waikiki
Sippin' dp to the tv, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in dc
With a z3, chrome vb's, they wanna be me
Nigga's talkin' shit they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what i get
And those be the same ones walkin' while i whip
Just stylishing cars cuz they all true nig'
So while you daydream my mercedes gleam
And i deal with ho's that pose in maybeline
One time you had it all i ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalog, i'll show you how daddy bought
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, ceo style, smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's like ya'll be talkin' funny
I don't understand language of people with short money
Come on

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Ah ah
Do mase got the ladies?
Do puff drive mercedes?
Take hits from the 80's?
But do it sound so crazy?

Well me personally, it's nothin' personal
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And i dress with what i was blessed with
Never been arrested for nothin' domestic
And i chill the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a se
Smoke my nestle, no mad rap-ass cat
Where my check be?
Problem with ya'll i say it directly
Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
From no hoes at shows to menage in suites
Now i be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin' head from girls
That used to hardly speak
Come on

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Mase
Harlem world
Bad boy
Goodfellaz baby
Yeah
And we won't stop
Cuz we can't stop
Mason betha
Yeah
Owwwww, come on