Tytuł: Crew Of The Year

• Wykonawca: Harlem World
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  [Featuring Mase Cardan]
  [Mase]
  Yo throw the beat on
  Yeah yeah yeah
  Trackmaster
  Harlem World The Movement
  The Commisioner
  Cuda Love up above
  This shit is not a game
  Ya hear me?
  [Meeno]
  Suprise I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
  Recognize the steelo of this nigga 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 bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
  Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
  Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas 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 fuck it
  Here's a portion with no endorsement
  Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
  A nigga 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 fuck who isn't here
  Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
  And murder niggas, all we do is a year
  Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
  Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
  Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
  And murder niggas, all we do is a year
  Scream it out
  [Loon]
  Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs
  But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs
  It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
  Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
  You creep, niggas know who the thug
  And that's why Loon never showed you no love
  You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
  Fucking 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 nigga, cuz I visit yo' hoe
  I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo'
  Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke
  But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
  And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me
  How the fuck 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 fuck who isn't here
  (Harlem World)
  Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
  (The Movement)
  And murder niggas, 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 fuck 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 niggas, 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 niggas 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 shit they put the penguin in
  And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man
  Cuz I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in
  C'mon
  Repeat 1 until fade