Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz
uh Turn me up a little bit Yeah kids, Harlem on the rise Yeah, turn me up a little bit more Uh-huh, uh-huh We like it Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah kids, Harlem
it if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot
good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics You heard about me, how I ball like the Dallas Mavericks Sayin' anything you want, you can have it That's Harlem World
Got it growing like Chia Pets So, come and deal wit the kids We ballin', big baby You know I'm strapped for the drama Afghan to Harlem, clap his Mama
, what You where my east side niggas at, wha, what You where my west side niggas at, wha, what You where my Cam'ron niggas at, wha, what You where my Harlem World
is going on in your brain? Look how we're turning out. I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a back packer, I'm not a whack rapper, Moonlighting as a bad
not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test
get it down It don't matter how you do it, you can Harlem You need a drink to get you loose, it's not a problem Order one, drink it all, make a freak
wit' about two tecs Spit fourteen got about two left If one vest is thin then rock two vest Triple platinum and only in the U.S. I?m the Harlem world
street magician. David Blaine stopped paying attention. It's the main attraction, the world premier. Dead Celeb I thought I made it perfectly clear, that i would not
brain? We gon' turn it out [Immortal Technique] Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha) I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as
pulls her close (the rat pulls mary close) And from the churches to the jails there is silence in the world (all is silent in the world) For tonight
What! Now where my down south niggas at Wha What! Now where my east side niggas at Wha What! Now where my west side niggas at Wha What! Now where my Harlem World
when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls Who had the second generation dubs of crews at harlem world
's talk about it Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night In front of the kids