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Correct Elle Est à Moi Lyrics
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[mase] Yo, this go out to radio stations The disc jockeys, college radio Independent market And promotions street team Anybody who put a sticker up Anybody that passed the word bout harlem world Anybody that kept the buzz goin Everybody that starred in harlem world And myself m a $ e, baby stase Loon, meeno, blinky blink Huddy combs, cardan All out [meeno] Theres a lot of things that been on my mine Lately a lot a fakes been crossing the line Tryin to take the track we hit on Throw it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange Boy, you messin with danger Wit the anger I possess Got to get it off my chest Brutalize fake emcees to get off my stress Take a pellet to the face Then I throw on a vest Then I grab the gloves And take the bullet out his chest Must confess Stress factor still I have to Take it there beware, prepare for disaster Final chapter, yall cowards We gon blast ya When and where but not why Yall already know the answer Cancer and the herbs Transform to verbs Nouns rip like rounds Clowns get bust down For now yall cowards got to play the background I'm the warning of this rap game its time for lock down [baby stase] God bless you The cops came to your rescue I bet you, if it was ma$e he would of threat you I knew you wasnt shit before I met you And just because you can't walk it Don't mean you can't talk it My cats got mels to hit, shells to spit They low in the volvo while the ls get lit I'm from harlem world You don't know the hell I'm wit So yall chics can't tell me shit Come on now, everyone clear the way Under cars better stay Shots will ricochet Stay alive another day Its no lame in my staff We don't aim for cats So if I smack you who gon back you You aint see nothin My home made me somethin Stase gt glamour misses down south gettin riches And that's word to jehovah witness Any man cross this fam get beat up wit the quickness [cardan] Yo, let me tell you somethin, I'm ahead of my time Aint no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhyme When I spit this stuff you know Get a pen and pad dido This one stop at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo It kinda like the window, back of the volvo limo Cuda, don't tell me nothin if aint about my ammo All I did was 2 clues that was just a demo Went from harlem to holly World to the wood People gon hate regardless I feel so good For my ac legend Now I'm a legend sit on my hood They say b you doin your thing I say playa I should I play hard like the notorious rapper Slash B. I. G. Slash christopher King of new york the emperor Slash head fake slash in the paint horse you Slash perimeter slash air jordan cross you Slash murphy slash four turn delirious Slash cardan slash take my stuff seriously What? [huddy combs] I'm getting bigger dough spotin minks and figaros All my misses know huddy comb the jigalo I can get a ho play a game like piccolo I done did it yo than any cat didn't ya know? So what you wanna do my whole team comin thru Runnin thru any crew I gave money to But really though Yall cats that know don't really know Harlem world gon be the clique that spit that willy flow All them rings and things you sing about bring em out I did things that your team wont dream about Scheme about but don't really know a thing about But for the dough I blow any spot you slingin out [blinky blink] You wanna go to war, what you c*** sucker I pulled out now I got to bust ya And your men from your block told me not to trust ya I did movies, to groupies, to blockbusters For all you girls out there I'm not ya lover You look good that's why I got to touch ya After that I wont even stop to hug ya Honey got pissed off and got her brother But word to mother, I break that cat into Cause people don't know all the things I been thru Still a fugitive like chris and kim woo Yep the cops disrespect me But if you want me come and get me Turn myself in nah you got to catch me Do I got a gun you betta check me Cause I aint goin in alive you got to wet me [loon] Yo, ya eyes been revealin ya past Sad but you feelin my wrath You mad cuz I'm dealin wit cash And a don p cylinder glass Try to harm me, I'm killin your ass Straight up and down for another half mill in a stash I'm appearful willin to blast I'm still in the bath Loungin chillin wit ass They done found you killed in the trash Case is close I'm orderin a case of mo At the shark bar wit haitian hoes [mase] Aight hud, aight hud [loon] Yall case is closed layin the cut like band-aids Air runnin out ya mouth while you and ya man slayed [mase] Yo, mase hop out the blue lex wit about two teks Spit fourteen got about two left If one vest is thin you rock two vest Triple platinum and only in the you. S I'm from harlem world slash all out dot com My con if you could pop cris then why pop don Any cat actin ra-ra bet he dacon Wanna see a hundred gran You look at my arm You think I wanna take this to far in my rugar Put a hollow bullet to far Have cats at ya wake scream bout how they knew ya And ya body in a salt lake out in utah So you are feel good, leave the country And I know where you are Spain baggage claim and you yellin bon swa You think I'm comfy Think murder one go humphrey Think I'm seven five make to hundred gran monthly Wanna lump me Walk in clubs they bump me Wanna tell they dumb chickens how they jump me They can't wait to see the paramedics come to pump me Why they ot, I'm mostly out the country All out
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