Harlem World - Family Crisis Lyrics

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Cardan

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

Blinky

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

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Stase

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

Mase

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

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