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Текст песни Harlem World f Rashad, Teamsters - The Movement

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[Mase]Uh, the world is back, World War IIHarlem World be the cliqueAny nigga don`t like it, he`s a dick, niggaShit we `bout to do is the illest shit ever seenThis what family mean, nigga[Teamsters]I`m only tryin` to get my dough rightStill I`m labeled as a lowlifeBecause I ass-bet when I roll dicePut my dick up in yo` wife, raw dogNow we got a son on the wayThe call yours, I ignore lawsBreak rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves[Blinky]We don`t get along wit` them fake dudes[Teamsters]Drivin` me bizerk on beats I burstOnly thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out)The streets is cursed, I`m eatin` firstHad these hoes like "he`s the worst"My peeps is thirst`, release the curse or get smackedBetter run and get your man even though he don`t reactWhen the gun is in his handBetter have a team we gon` bit throughMad crews even got your moms screamin`"Them dudes is bad news"[Mase]And if you touched us[Teamsters]It can`t happenHis hands is the only thing your man`s clappin`Don`t understand rappin`Wanna flow I call it foolishnessYou know how many tunes I grip?To pay dues and shitCheck the rules of this, we bruise your cliqueSince your girl can`t refuse the dickYou abuse the bitch, could loose your chipsAnd who you wit`? (All Out)Ghetto crucifix, we O.T. movin` bricksWhat, what, what (All Out, All Out)(All Out, All Out, All Out)[Meeno]1 - Family if we blow? We blowin` together And if we gotta go? We goin` together And if we get dough? We get it together And messin` wit` All Out? You cats know better Now family if we blow, we blowin` together And if we gotta go, we goin` together And if we get dough, we get it together And fuckin` wit` All Out, you cats know better[Blinky]Yo, how can I trust you when I don`t even trust myselfSometimes I wanna get guns and bust myselfPut a knife on my wrist and cut myselfNo wife, no bitch, I`ll nut myselfMy lust for wealth makes me say fuck my healthSo when I die, respect me when I`m goneBut while I`m alive, correct me when I`m wrongMy life, I`m projecting in my songsBut let me move onHalf this side of guards ran wit` CardanThinkin` I`m a god soon gotta sweep that la LoonHarlem World baby, say that name foreverGame cheddar as long as we stay togetherRange your bet on, nigga act up, aim your BerrettasCuz for that money son, I`mma slam whoever, out whateverYou try to stop our reign of terrorYou`re guarenteed to fall outFuckin` wit` All OutRepeat 1[Teamsters]What, the only shit you niggas poppin` is the shit that you talkGet the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walkWit` the sunroof cracked, yo` I`m twistin` it upPitchin` it up, I think it was the Cris` in the carTwenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-ohI drive `till my eyes closeMe and like five hoes and Bugsy, DommaGatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-lasSayin` goodbye-haIt`s Indo, bounce the smoke through the windowThen pearl straight ice grill, my brim lowTint those big lips while y`all spit phlegm outO.D. is still mo` Remote throw the `em out the belly of the beast

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