Mase - All Out Lyrics
[mase]Yo, this go out to radio stationsThe disc jockeys, college radioIndependent marketAnd promotions street teamAnybody who put a sticker upAnybody that passed the word bout harlem worldAnybody that kept the buzz goinEverybody that starred in harlem worldAnd myself m a $ e, baby staseLoon, meeno, blinky blinkHuddy combs, cardanAll out[meeno]There's a lot of things that been on my mineLately a lot a fakes been crossing the lineTryin to take the track we hit onThrow it down and spit on, flip it, rearrangeBoy, you messin with dangerWit the anger i possessGot to get it off my chestBrutalize fake emcees to get off my stressTake a pellet to the faceThen i throw on a vestThen i grab the glovesAnd take the bullet out his chestMust confessStress factor still i have toTake it there beware, prepare for disasterFinal chapter, y'all cowardsWe gon blast yaWhen and where but not whyY'all already know the answerCancer and the herbsTransform to verbsNouns rip like roundsClowns get bust downFor now y'all cowards got to play the backgroundI'm the warning of this rap game its time for lock down[baby stase]God bless youThe cops came to your rescueI bet you, if it was ma$e he would of threat youI knew you wasn't shit before i met youAnd just because you can't walk itDon't mean you cant talk itMy cats got mels to hit, shells to spitThey low in the volvo while the l's get litI'm from harlem worldYou don't know the hell i'm witSo y'all chics can't tell me shitCome on now, everyone clear the wayUnder cars better stayShots will ricochetStay alive another dayIt's no lame in my staffWe don't aim for catsSo if i smack you who gon back youYou ain't see nothinMy home made me somethinStase gt glamour misses down south gettin richesAnd that's word to jehovah witnessAny man cross this fam get beat up wit the quickness[cardan]Yo, let me tell you somethin', i'm ahead of my timeAin't no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhymeWhen i spit this stuff you knowGet a pen and pad didoThis one stop at 62, i'm a spit through ten moIt kinda like the window, back of the volvo limoCuda, don't tell me nothin if ain't about my ammoAll i did was 2 clue's that was just a demoWent from harlem to hollyWorld to the woodPeople gon hate regardless i feel so goodFor my ac legendNow i'm a legend sit on my hoodThey say b you doin your thing i say playa i shouldI play hard like the notorious rapperSlash b.i.g. slash christopherKing of new york the emperorSlash head fake slash in the paint horse youSlash perimeter slash air jordan cross youSlash murphy slash four turn deliriousSlash cardan slash take my stuff seriouslyWhat?[huddy combs]I'm getting bigger dough spotin minks and figaro'sAll my misses know huddy comb the jigaloI can get a ho play a game like piccoloI done did it yo than any cat didn't ya know?So what you wanna do my whole team comin thruRunnin thru any crew i gave money toBut really thoughY'all cats that know don't really knowHarlem world gon be the clique that spit that willy flowAll them rings and things you sing about bring em outI did things that your team won't dream aboutScheme about but don't really know a thing aboutBut for the dough i blow any spot you slingin out[blinky blink]You wanna go to war, what you ***** suckerI pulled out now i got to bust yaAnd your men from your block told me not to trust yaI did movies, to groupies, to blockbustersFor all you girls out there i'm not ya loverYou look good that's why i got to touch yaAfter that i won't even stop to hug yaHoney got pissed off and got her brotherBut word to mother, i break that cat intoCause people don't know all the things i been thruStill a fugitive like chris and kim wooYep the cops disrespect meBut if you want me come and get meTurn myself in nah you got to catch meDo i got a gun you betta check meCause i ain't goin in alive you got to wet me[loon]Yo, ya eyes been revealin ya pastSad but you feelin my wrathYou mad cuz i'm dealin wit cashAnd a don p cylinder glassTry to harm me, i'm killin your assStraight up and down for another half mill in a stashI'm appearful willin to blastI'm still in the bathLoungin chillin wit assThey done found you killed in the trashCase is close i'm orderin a case of moAt the shark bar wit haitian hoes[mase]Aight hud, aight hud[loon]Y'all case is closed layin the cut like band-aidsAir runnin out ya mouth while you and ya man slayed[mase]Yo, mase hop out the blue lex wit about two teksSpit fourteen got about two leftIf one vest is thin you rock two vestTriple platinum and only in the u.sI'm from harlem world slash all out dot comMy con if you could pop cris then why pop donAny cat actin ra-ra bet he daconWanna see a hundred granYou look at my armYou think i wanna take this to far in my rugarPut a hollow bullet to farHave cats at ya wake scream bout how they knew yaAnd ya body in a salt lake out in utahSo you are feel good, leave the countryAnd i know where you areSpain baggage claim and you yellin bon swaYou think i'm comfyThink murder one go humphreyThink i'm seven five make to hundred gran monthlyWanna lump meWalk in clubs they bump meWanna tell they dumb chickens how they jump meThey can't wait to see the paramedics come to pump meWhy they ot, i'm mostly out the countryAll out
