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Harlem World - Na Na lyrics
[Intro]
 you ready, don't you know dawg?
 J.L., Big Al, come on and roll wit me
 Suella (laughing)
 This is for all y'all, look
 Just cause I call myself Pretty they think I'm
 arrogant or somethin'
 Dawg I'm just talkin' about Pretty life playboy
 That's how we do it up herre
 You know what I'm sayin, look
 [Verse]
 Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty)
 If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black
 truck and blinged up
 Big bucks must be made and not truss 
 No one can do it betta' than us, so playa what
 I'm a small cat, but I'm ready for action
 When it comes to freakin' women
 I get down like Jesse Jackson, I'm maxin'
 Man, I'm as cool as a fan, in Dark Times
 All cats, leavin' ya straight for Frontline
 But the haters keep on talkin' to me daily (daily)
 The hell with conversation playa, pay me (pay me)
 Got safe, got me out the cracks (the slums)
 I'm a playa rockin' shows leavin' record ???, it's fun
 Hard work and dedication will pay, just a dose of
 Pretty Willie will keep the doctor away
 What more can I say, the truth and nothin' but the truth 
 But for them haters that didn't want it
 yo this one's for you (I'm like)
 [Chorus: 2x]
 Na Na Na Na Naaa (Na Na Na Na Naaa)
 Naaa Na Na Na Naaa (Naaa Na Na Na Naaa)
 I'm just Suella, makin' my life betta'
 Got crème, feddy, and chedda', ready to do whatever
 [Verse]Harlem World - Na Na - http://motolyrics.com/harlem-world/na-na-lyrics.html
 It seem like y'all (y'all) cats (cats)
 Claimin' to be real, y'all need to stop (stop) that
 (that)
 Cause when it come to rhymin' it's like a storm, did that
 Avoidin' them cats, them oily gats
 So looks like were sergeant, they can geuss
 My ride is stoppin' all y'all like stop signs
 More cock than a glock 9, shoot nineteen times
 When it come to rhyme, it seem like y'all addicted to mine 
 Makazumas line up in a single-file line 
 Ready to hit it hot (hold up)
 That dawg spit like that bunny the dummy 
 I can't quit droppin' hits, the day, for me to getcha 
 The first realla, to fake y'all like George Gipper, the big gimper
 On a scale of 1 to 10, I can't be like you
 Wack lil' crews I choose the souf like their a flu
 What you would, chill and freeze, boy please
 Fatality for tease don't make my mission complete
[Chorus]
 [Verse]
 There's no way
 You sorry bustas gon' take me
 There's no way
 You sorry bustas gon' take me
 There's no way
 You sorry bustas gon' take me
 There's no way, no way, no way
[Chorus]
 [*Pretty Willie talking*]
 (laughing) yea
 Republic, Universal, D2
 Frontline come on!
[Chorus to end]








