[Mase]

Yo, throw the beat on

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Trackmaster

Harlem World, The Movement

The Commisioner

Cuda Love up above

This shit is not a game

Ya hear me?



[Meeno]

Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes

Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno

First of all, there will be no type of discussion

For this money, the industry I'm bum-rushing

And trusting who? Never that, only crew

And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do

So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights

Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights

Only right, I be the spark that will ignite

Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin'

And we are holdin' down the track

Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin

Guess what, what? It's really not too often

That I let loose like this, but fuck it

Here's a portion with no endorsement

Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta

A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up

Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em

Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em

Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him

Right through him, like I never knew him



[Cardan]

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year

Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year

And murder niggas, all we do is a year



Harlem World'll be the crew of the year

Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here

Harlem World'll be the crew of the year

And murder niggas, all we do is a year

Scream it out



[Loon]

Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs

But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs-