Harlem World Family Crisis Lyrics

The Movement Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 You Made Me
  • 3 Minute Man
  • 4 Crew of the Year
  • 5 I Really Like It
  • 6 Mamasita Interlude
  • 7 Across the Border
  • 8 100 Shiesty’s
  • 9 Cali Chronic
  • 10 One Big Fiesta
  • 11 Meaning of Family
  • 12 My Baby’s Mother’s Boyfriend's Mother
  • 13 Not The Kids
  • 14 Family Crisis
  • 15 We Both Frontin’
  • 16 Pointing Fingers
  • 17 A Change is Gon’ Come
  • 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 *****'s he got?
    Or what, how many *****'s is hot?

    Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich *****, ***** 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 ****
    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 ***** tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
    I want the ***** jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
    Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'

    ****, 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 *****
    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 *****'s that lie on our hits
    Who you forget when you was suckin' and ****in'
    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
    ***** pop me? ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** ****in' 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 **** a friend, she don't hold it against you

    Yeah, *****, what *****, touch *****, **** *****
    What chu want *****? 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 ****er, put your deal on it
    Mother ****er, put a mil' on it
    Put yo' ****in' ice grill on it
    Put a mother ****in' mil' on it
    *****s can't **** wit' my clique
    Who wanna put the money up?
    I hear alot a *****s talkin'
    But who wanna put they deal on it?
    I hear alot a *****s talkin'
    But who wanna put a mil on it?
    Y'all *****s ain't sayin' ****
    Yo' Blink, back the Benz up
    Get from 'round me, *****

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