All Out (Original)

f/ Mase







[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]



There's 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, y'all cowards



We gon blast ya



When and where but not why



Y'all already know the answer



Cancer and the Herbs



Transform to verbs



Nouns rip like rounds



Clowns get bust down



For now y'all 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 wasn't shit before I met you



And just because you can't walk it



Don't mean you cant talk it



My cats got mels to hit, shells to spit



They low in the Volvo while the L's get lit



I'm from Harlem World



You don't know the hell I'm wit



So y'all chics can't tell me shit



Come on now, everyone clear the way



Under cars better stay



Shots will ricochet



Stay alive another day



It's no lame in my staff



We don't aim for cats



So if I smack you who gon back you



You ain't 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



Ain't 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 ain't about my ammo



All I did was 2 Clue's 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 figaro's



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



Y'all 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 won't 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 cock 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 won't 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 ain't 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]



Y'all 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 U.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