The Movement

[Mase]<br>Huddy Combs bring it home, we don`t stop<br>Jimmy Jones all alone, we don`t stop<br>Loon crime fam`, we don`t stop<br>Meeno, NRB, we don`t stop<br>To my man Blinky Blink, we don`t stop<br>My sis Baby Stase, she don`t stop<br>Killer Cam`, Cardan, they the fam`<br>One two, we don`t stop<br>I know you thinkin`, how many nigga`s he got?<br>Or what, how many nigga`s is hot?<br><br>[Cardan]<br>Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker<br>You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker<br>So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success<br>I want cream to invest plus a Beam` and a Lex`<br>So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus<br>My dad`s a lush, so all we really had was us, what?<br><br>[Meeno]<br>Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips<br>And about a half a brick<br>Now the whole team`s in the mix facin` a three-to-six<br>Cuz they got the DA believin` this shit<br>So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust<br>Life in Harlem World shouldn`t be so tough<br>It`s hot at home, mamma`s got a block on the phone<br>Couldn`t call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb<br><br>[Huddy] Yo, Meeno<br>[Meeno] Yo, Hud<br>[Huddy] On the low, here`s the verdict<br>A nigga tried to front on me, pard`, I wanna murder<br>I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open<br>Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin`<br><br>[Meeno]<br>Shit, I recognize that whip<br>Didn`t he do a drive-by on the strip?<br>Got caught, couldn`t do five so he snitched?<br>What type of guy`s this? Look in his eyes<br>He`s a bitch<br>Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix?<br>His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick<br>Like we some nigga`s that lie on our hits<br>Who you forget when you was suckin` and fuckin`<br>Now the war`s on, we buckin` and duckin (black)<br>Mase pulled his truck in (black)<br>Blood rushin`, spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho<br>Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh<br>Look out the window be sure we wasn`t followed<br>No observers, whew! I just got away wit` murder<br><br>[Cardan]<br>Yo, you ain`t got to front for me, my gun pop too<br>Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you<br>Yo, don`t shorty right there look familiar?<br>Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit` her<br>You wouldn`t believe all the things that honey did<br>Yo, that`s the same one throw the money out the crib<br>I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela<br>But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her<br><br>[Blinky]<br>But yo, I know her friend Charise<br>She mad bad from Baghdad<br>Carry lotta money in Glad bag<br>She doin` runs for Willie Gum<br>Used to think that bitch was slick<br>But found out she was really dumb<br>She really from Philly`s hunt of be more<br>`Bout to blow her spot like C-4<br>Never see me poor<br>So why this bitch fuckin` wit` me for<br>Knowin` that my life is up and down like see-saw<br><br>[Stase]<br>For days you argue and go through the phase<br>You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo` ways<br>No feelings, that`s while the hoes you stealin`<br>Creepin`, sneakin` in your pocket while you sleepin`<br>Freakin` off on the Major Degan<br>Wit` your new Rican every single week and it`s sentimental<br>Understand what you been through<br>You fuck a friend, she don`t hold it against you<br><br>[Mase]<br>Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga<br>What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?<br>Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?<br>What chu got? What?<br>Harlem World we don`t stop<br>Mother fucker, put your deal on it<br>Mother fucker, put a mil` on it<br>Put yo` fuckin` ice grill on it