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 all out all out

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 it's time for lock down

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 can't 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

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? (All out all out all out)

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?