Harlem World - 100 Sheisty's Lyrics

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Featuring drag-on]

[loon]

Yowhat would make a scared man pull a trigga

The same thing that's make a scared man act bigga

The same thing that'd make me grab my tec and empty quicker

Adrenaline rush

On the hush

You'd die fuckin wit us

Vacant lot is my home and the team that i trust

So dont talk about them things if yo things dont bust

I knew a guy like you his name was phillepe

Had me on 3-way

With the d.a.

Tryin to find out where we stay

So on my 24th b-day

I'm locked up in v.a.

He dont know my guns turn commotion

To slow motion

Then from slow motion

To no motion

Run up in the place he hip-hoppin

Spit shots in

Clip droppin

If i get caught get cochran

And give pedro my pesos

So he dont snitch while i lay low

For 'bout a week or 2

Come back like peek-a-boo

You see me

I see you

And if you talk you'll be in icu

[cardan]

Yo i know you know a lot of brothas that's sheisty

Like i know a hundred brothas that's real

But i think it's time you know how we chill.

Chorus:

I'd been a hundred places and nothin excites me

Hit an hundred ho's and none of them wifey.

For every thousand that love me

A hundred dont like me

So how you wit a hundred cats and none of the sheisty?

[drag-on]

We the niggas wit the homicides

That's got the niggas the most dramatized

On how actually sat there and watched they mama die

But dont worry about it you second

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Wish i could get her first

'cause she's the one who gave birth

And we can't have no-more dirt in the earth

I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights

But i'm usin a switch and throw you in a ditch

Ya body don't fit 'cause niggas could still see ya dicks

So ya really wanna take that risk

Then un-ball ya fists

'cause i'm always a step ahead of ya'll

You ball ya fists i cock back

Take this nigga i got that

And that's what it's gonna mop at

This gun is from a foreign land

I don't know why i got it in my hand

And i'm gonna get off every penny

I dont care if its automatic or semi

If i payed 300 flat

That means i'm gonna send a hundred cats back

With 300 attack

But it dont hafta be an attack

I'm gonna get the gas and get em all in 1 house and run out

And sprinkle some on the grass and spit on it

And come back to a pile of ash

Chorus

[meeno]

Yo yo yo a hundred sheisty a hundred quicker

We strap up inside the 18-wheeler

A drug dealer with cold cash but so as

To get a stash would be no task

With no mask love to get you hot and blast than fast

My infared beam is on ya ass

My team is on ya ass

Plottin schemin on ya ass

That bitch you came wit stayed scremin on that ass

For 3 and a ass

'cause nigga we love the cash

Harlem world niggas got g's in the stash

No questions asked time to tell

Heaven or hell

You dont wanna be the nigga who be catchin the shell

Meeno and i be the team to prevail

So when you pray tell jesus how you wanna be held

Muthafucka!!!!

Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end]

Chorus til fade

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