All Out (original) Lyrics

All Out (original) lyrics

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