Harlem World Pointing Fingers 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]
    Yo only got twelve bars so let me cut to the chase
    ****in' wit' Stase I caught a buck in the face
    I got the set me up everybody's drinkin' Henney
    Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
    Grabbed her by offending sure
    Hurt 'cause his game didn't work
    He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc
    He tried to french kiss her
    Yo that's my man twin sister
    Swung on him but he threw the toaste in my ear
    I shoulda known he had people posted in here
    So I waited 'till the coast was clear
    And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah, yeah
    Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
    'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
    I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
    But Hud don't never listen what I say
    He always do it his way, instead of our way
    That's why he always caught up in some damn foul play
    Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
    And he ain't checked the time on his wrist
    He probably somewhere lying to a chick
    Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
    How he gon' leave my big brother Mase and jell overnight
    He wouldn't sell us out or yell us out
    But messin' wit' Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out
    I can't believe this ***** Hud tried to blame it on me
    We on the I-95, three jars on my seat
    I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
    You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
    We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states
    I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay
    I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
    The windows all foggy, plus we got temp plates
    Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
    Smokin' Buddah straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
    I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
    If he wasn't speedin' wit' no weed we woulda never got caught
    [Huddy Combs]
    Cardie, when you gon' grow up? You need to get chips
    Stack dough up, switch your flow up, 'cause your single was a donut
    Baby Stase, need to learn to stay in the place
    And Mase, that's your twin, tell her stay out my face
    And Loon, that's my man but he floss too much
    He want to hang out, 'bout, but he cost too much
    And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too much
    And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as butt
    Oh damn, if I get touched, we gon' all get touched
    Go against Harlem World and we gon' toss you up
    Hey yo, Meeno, Hey yo, this is Cuda man
    There go Loon
    Tell him what you told him you was gon' tell him when you see him
    Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man Loon
    Went out like a straight buffoon
    For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
    Can't believe this ****
    Second week in June, second night in Cancun
    Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
    Pray to God that I catch me a slide tonight
    But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to floss
    Runnin' his yap 'bout the same chick he toss
    Same chick from tour, all I got was jaw
    He's all in love, seen it all before
    Sucka' for love, this is man for a whore
    And until this day, still goin' to war
    Hey yo, you just mad 'cause my chick drop dead
    And you mad 'cause I went to Cancun got head
    You fed, 'cause I'm doin' it and gettin' more bread
    Why your block hotter than a nuclear warhead
    You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
    While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
    You fat ****
    Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
    And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
    Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
    I'mma take you to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
    So strap up, 'cause I know you don't like me
    But just know you won't get a chance to fight me
    Loon, All Out

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