Ma$e, Harlem World, Teamsters - Meaning Of Family lyrics

Uh, the world is back, World War I I
Harlem World be the clique
Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga
Shit we 'bout to do is
The illest shit ever seen
This what family mean, nigga

I'm only tryin' to get my dough right
Still I'm labeled as a lowlife
Because I ass-bet when I roll dice
Put my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog
Now we got a son on the way
The call yours, I ignore laws
Break rules, break tombs, take jewels
Make moves

We don't get along wit' them fake dudes

Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst
Only thug you know to bring
The heat to church (All Out)
The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first
Had these hoes like "he's the worst"
My peeps is thirst'
Release the curse or get smacked
Better run and get your man
Even though he don't react
When the gun is in his hand
Better have a team we gon' bit through
Mad crews even got your moms screamin'
"Them dudes is bad news"

And if you touched us

It can't happen his hands is the only
Thing your man's clappin'
Don't understand rappin'
Wanna flow I call it foolishness
You know how many tunes I grip?
To pay dues and shit
Check the rules of this
We bruise your clique
Since your girl can't refuse the dick
You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips
And who you wit'? (All Out)
Ghetto crucifix, we OT movin' bricks
What, what, what (All Out, All Out)
(All Out, All Out, All Out)

1 - Family if we blow? We blowin' together
And if we gotta go? We goin' together
And if we get dough? We get it together
And messin' wit' All Out?
You cats know better
Now family if we blow, we blowin' together
And if we gotta go, we goin' together
And if we get dough, we get it together
And fuckin' wit' All Out
You cats know better

Yo, how can I trust you when
I don't even trust myself
Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself
Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself
No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself
My lust for wealth makes me
Say fuck my health
So when I die, respect me when I'm gone
But while I'm alive
Correct me when I'm wrong
My life, I'm projecting in my songs
But let me move on
Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan
Thinkin' I'm a god soon gotta
Sweep that la Loon
Harlem World baby, say that name forever
Game cheddar as long as we stay together
Range your bet on, nigga act up
Aim your Berrettas
Cuz for that money son, I'mma slam whoever
Out whatever
You try to stop our reign of terror
You're guarenteed to fall out
Fuckin' wit' All Out

What, the only shit you niggas poppin'
Is the shit that you talk
Get the fuck out the whip now bitch
You can walk wit' the sunroof cracked
Yo' I'm twistin' it up pitchin' it up
I think it was the Cris' in the car
Twenties of hydro, tie ho
Duck me for five oh
I drive 'till my eyes close
Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma
Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la las
Sayin' goodbye ha it's Indo
Bounce the smoke through the window
Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low
Tint those big lips while
Y'all spit phlegm out oD is still mo'
Remote throw the 'em out the
Belly of the beast
We put bellies on streets
Tellies and tellies in suites
Throw my stellies on creep
I'm heavy on jewels
Hey, my niggas havin' yo'
Fool come back twice
It's nice and I can belly you for mo'