[Featuring Lil' Cease Trife]
  [Mase]
  Uh uh uh yo
  Harlem World gon' make me rich
  Harlem World gon' take your bitch
  Harlem World is the place to be
  This M A Dollar Sign E
  [Stase]
  Yo hold up keep it steady
  Y'all chicks ain't really ready
  Y'all sweating Stase already
  And I ain't pushing a Chevy
  I ain't even lyin' I ain't even sign
  People want my back
  Yo what's up with that?
  See running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
  Tell me do you like what you see
  Is it tight as could be?
  No, Mase ain't writing for me
  And I have no desire to be
  Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me
  Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me
  You ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me
  And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me
  You could drop me off the same place you found me
  Cuz it won't be long before you have to crown me
  If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
  And men die with chicks, so am I worth kissin?
  1 - I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
  I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
  I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
  Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
  I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
  I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
  I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
  Wanna be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low
  [Loon]
  Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight
  Even though we fight, because the dough be like
  When the dough be right
  You know we havin a ball
  Sippin on cristall and all
  Chicks smile and all
  Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil
  Ice on the wrist dial and all
  But nevertheless, boo there was never a test
  That stopped me from loving you best
  I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs
  Definitely your lips and eyes
  Them chicks can slide
  They tryin' to be all in the mix
  Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip
  But boo, there's only room for 2
  Until I get the coupe for you
  You know how I do
  And then you could scoop your crew
  And do what you wants to do
  Repeat 1
  [Naughty]
  Naughty, Naughty, Naughty
  I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
  Way I was strollin' and hopin when I get older
  That I be holy
  Kicks to camp *** floatin' with Naught'
  A boat and a yacht
  Was all that I was hopin to rock
  As a young kid stacked and eventually learned
  That money was made for that
  Never meant to be burned
  Why lets all get this
  Using that 'I murder you face'
  I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight
  But thought *** to that they gon' taste this ***
  Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick
  When I die they'll be a headstone big as a ***
  And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up
  For the fact, played it back
  And I'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors
  And peranhas a week
  Got a spouse, deep throats while I'm tryin' to sleep
  Lookin' out for B-4's every diamond creek
  [Huddy Combs]
  But you slow money, cuz it's better than no money
  I only crap out when I play with your money
  You know Huddy, still sittin' on old money
  I only hang wit Mase cuz he keeps them hoes for me
  Kick a little bit, but yo I'm no dummy
  Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me
  And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides
  Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what
  Repeat 1 until fade