Crew Of The Year Lyrics by Mase

Crew Of The Year Lyrics

    [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
    It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
    Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
    You creep, niggas know who the thug
    And that's why loon never showed you no love
    You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
    Fucking with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline
    Cool the momentum and flow, i'm in it for dough
    And don't need to gimmick to blow
    When i get it you know nigga, cuz i visit yo' hoe
    I hit it befo', i be there hit it some mo'
    Y'all niggas on coke. me? i think your shit is a joke
    But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
    And opposed to me? y'all niggas hoes to me
    How the fuck you gettin' money doin' shows for free?

    [cardan & mase]
    Harlem world'll be the crew of the year
    Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
    (harlem world)
    Harlem world'll be the crew of the year
    (the movement)
    And murder niggas, all we do is a year
    (all out)

    Harlem world'll be the crew of the year
    Scream it out, we don't give a fuck who isn't here
    (yeah kid, harlem on the rise)
    Harlem world'll be the crew of the year
    (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
    And murder niggas, all we do is a year
    (c'mon, c'mon)
    Scream it out

    [mase]
    Yo, now why talk willy livin' in the tenements?
    Why shoot dominicans then go to the hill again?
    Then again, why repent when i'mma sin again?
    Why eat at blimpies if i could eat in the bennigans?
    Dumb niggas with timbaland, til they body tremblin'
    Messin' with mase money and they'll be rememberin'
    I hate the color green 'less it comes in benjamins
    Is that the same color my brother got sent up in?
    You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin
    Stranded on the island, i don't mean the gilligan
    You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine
    Cuz in the pen, change your name to cinnamon
    You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in
    You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in
    And my adrenaline won't let me be no minute man
    Cuz i put my dick in any bitch i could fit it in
    C'mon

    Repeat 1 until fade

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