Minute Man Lyrics - Singles - Harlem World

Uh, uh, uh, yo 

Harlem World gon' make me rich 

Harlem World gon' take your bitch 

Harlem World is the place to be 

This M-A-Dollar Sign-E 

Yo, hold up keep it steady 

Y'all chicks ain't really ready 

Y'all sweating Stase already 

And I ain't pushing a Chevy 

I ain't even lyin', I ain't even sign 

People want my back 

Yo, what's up with that? 

See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped 

Tell me do you like what you see 

Is it tight as could be? 

No, Mase ain't writing for me 

And I have no desire to be 

Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me 

Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me 

You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me 

And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me 

You could drop me off the same place you found me 

'Cause it won't be long before you have to crown me 

If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin' 

And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin? 

I hate the ones that don't suck no 

I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks 

I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough 

Wanna be a o, Be a o on the low 

I hate the ones that don't suck no oh 

I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks 

I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough 

Wanna be a oh! Be a oh, on the low 

Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight 

Even though we fight, because the dough be like 

When the dough be right 

You know we havin a ball 

Sippin on cristall and all 

Chicks smile and all 

Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil 

Ice on the wrist dial and all 

But nevertheless, boo there was never a test 

That stopped me from loving you best 

I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs 

Definitely your lips and eyes 

Them chicks can slide 

They tryin' to be all in the mix 

Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip 

But boo, there's only room for 2 

Until I get the coupe for you 

You know how I do 

And then you could scoop your crew 

And do what you wants to do 

I hate the ones that don't suck no 

I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks 

I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough 

Wanna be a o, Be a o on the low 

Naughty, Naughty, Naughty 

I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller 

Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older 

That I be holy 

Kicks to camp floatin' with Naught' 

A boat and a yacht 

Was all that I was hopin to rock 

As a young kid stacked and eventually learned 

That money was made for that 

Never meant to be burned 

Why lets all get this 

Using that 'I murder you face' 

I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight 

But thought to that they gon' taste this 

Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick 

When I die they'll be a headstone big as a dick 

And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up 

For the fact, played it back 

And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors 

And peranhas a week 

Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep 

Lookin' out for B 4's every diamond creek 

But you slow money, 'cause it's better than no money 

I only crap out when I play with your money 

You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money 

I only hang wit Mase 'cause he keeps them hoes for me 

Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy 

Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me 

And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides 

Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what 

I hate the ones that don't suck no 

I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks 

I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough 

Wanna be a o, Be a o on the low