Ying Yang Twins Follow

[Mase]

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 nigga's he got?

Or what, how many nigga's is hot?

[Cardan]

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch 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?

[Meeno]

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 shit

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

[Huddy] Yo, Meeno

[Meeno] Yo, Hud

[Huddy] On the low, here's the verdict

A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder

I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open

Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'

[Meeno]

Shit, 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 bitch

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 nigga's that lie on our hits

Who you forget when you was suckin' and fuckin'

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

[Cardan]

Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too

Nigga pop me? Nigga 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

[Blinky]

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 bitch 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 bitch fuckin' wit' me for

Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw

[Stase]

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 fuck a friend, she don't hold it against you

[Mase]

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga

What chu want nigga? 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 fucker, put your deal on it

Mother fucker, put a mil' on it

Put yo' fuckin' ice grill on it

Put a mother fuckin' mil' on it

Niggas can't fuck wit' my clique

Who wanna put the money up?

I hear alot a niggas talkin'

But who wanna put they deal on it?

I hear alot a niggas talkin'

But who wanna put a mil on it?

Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit

Yo' Blink, back the Benz up

Get from 'round me, nigga