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Album:The Movement(1999)
Harlem World Lyrics
[Loon]
Turn it up
(Verse 1)
[Loon]
Yo, when I roll, you know the gats be out
So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen
To try to see what that be 'bout
Cause I catch a fool, slip and yo, his ass is out
[Huddy Combs]
Hud
Stay on the low
Pop two cops
Thug
Against All Odds
Like 2Pac
I'm caked up
Dog-tired from Jacob
Platinum
Reach for it, then wake up
[Loon]
For top dollar, yo, I squeeze my trigger
And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
Cause I'm down for whatever
Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever
[Huddy Combs]
Niggas hate to see a G come up
Young niggas that run up
Get gun up
That's for real
Seen a nigga pass the steel
Even wink, and your ass get killed
All Out
Chorus: Meeno
This is for the know-knotters
Six-four riders
All the ones are lowriders
All weed smokers
Olde E. sippers
All dead homies and O.G. niggas
Throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-four riders
All the ones are lowriders
Whether blue'd out
Or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out
Yay-i-yay
[Verse 2: Meeno]
Light up the
Izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable
Brother that's in front of you
Harlem U.S.A. be the place that I come from
29th and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots, be the route, that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
Close food, shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat, cause the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce
LB, and even Stevie D
Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB
Be the click they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me
Repeat Chorus
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Welcome To My World, nigga
Where it's V.I.P.
And the bitches and the bud for free
We raisin' it up
Dippin' (Uh hun)
Givin' it up
I'm blazin' it up, we crippin' {*inhale*}
Not givin' a [{*fuck*}] (What?)
Now as I
Walk through your backyard, knockin' down your trash
You move too fast, I'm quick to bite you on your ass {*growl*}
Ain't no leash in a beach
Dawg, we mops
And dustin' off mobs (Uh hun)
Is our jobs
Heat tucked close
He cutthroat (What?)
We cut close
For real, though
JD, how you feel, though
Fresh off the plane, nigga, LAX
Snoopy, where the weed at (Where the [{*weed*}] at)
Nigga, you know I'm on deck
I'm in a lowrider, stretched out with a bulletproof vest
Cause every nigga out west
Think he Scarface or Elliot Ness
Look what the wind, blew in, I'm off that Hen
Toss the gin (Toss it)
I brought some friends, we hollin' "HARLEM WORLD!"
Repeat Chorus X2
His moment in the spotlight may have been brief, but Mase certainly scored a number of hits during the late '90s alongside his mentor, Puff Daddy, and attempted to capitalize on that success with Harlem World, his spin-off group. On paper, the group seemed incredibly promising: Mase had first scaled the charts with his debut album of the same name, Harlem World (1997); he then remained omnipresent throughout the two years leading up to the debut of his group; and most importantly, he had two leading pop-rap producers, Puff Daddy and Jermaine Dupri, supporting him. However, this didn't translate into the sales Dupri had surely hoped for when he signed Harlem World to his So So Def label, as the Kelly Price-featuring lead single, "I Really Like It," didn't cross over as much as expected and the album itself, Movement (1999), tanked quickly. This disappointment proved to be a fatal omen when Mase's long-awaited second album, Double Up, also tanked and signaled the end of the rapper's brief moment atop the often whimsical rap game. In retrospect, Movement remains somewhat noteworthy for its Neptunes productions, "One Big Fiesta" and "Not the Kids," which preceded the duo's remarkable rise to prominance, which came shortly thereafter. ~ Jason Birchmeier, All Music Guide |
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