[Mase]
 Uh  the world is back  World War II
 Harlem World be the clique
 Any nigga don't like it  he's a dick  nigga
 Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen
 This what family mean  nigga
 [Teamsters]
 I'm only tryin' to get my dough right
 Still I'm labeled as a lowlife
 Because I ass bet when I roll dice
 Put my dick up in yo' wife  raw dog
 Now we got a son on the way
 The call yours, I ignore laws
 Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves
 [Blinky]
 We don't get along wit' them fake dudes
 [Teamsters]
 Drivin' me bizerk on beats I burst
 Only thug you know to bring the heat to church (All Out)
 The streets is cursed, I'm eatin' first
 Had these hoes like "he's the worst"
 My peeps is thirst', release the curse or get smacked
 Better run and get your man even though he don't react
 When the gun is in his hand
 Better have a team we gon' bit through
 Mad crews even got your moms screamin'
 "Them dudes is bad news"
 [Mase]
 And if you touched us
 [Teamsters]
 It can't happen
 His hands is the only thing your man's clappin'
 Don't understand rappin'
 Wanna flow I call it foolishness
 You know how many tunes I grip?
 To pay dues and shit
 Check the rules of this, we bruise your clique
 Since your girl can't refuse the dick
 You abuse the bitch, could loose your chips
 And who you wit'? (All Out)
 Ghetto crucifix, we O.T. movin' bricks
 What, what, what (All Out, All Out)
 (All Out, All Out, All Out)
 [Meeno]
 1 - Family if we blow? We blowin' together
 And if we gotta go? We goin' together
 And if we get dough? We get it together
 And messin' wit' All Out? You cats know better
 Now family if we blow, we blowin' together
 And if we gotta go, we goin' together
 And if we get dough, we get it together
 And fuckin' wit' All Out, you cats know better
 [Blinky]
 Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself
 Sometimes I wanna get guns and bust myself
 Put a knife on my wrist and cut myself
 No wife, no bitch, I'll nut myself
 My lust for wealth makes me say fuck my health
 So when I die, respect me when I'm gone
 But while I'm alive, correct me when I'm wrong
 My life, I'm projecting in my songs
 But let me move on
 Half this side of guards ran wit' Cardan
 Thinkin' I'm a god soon gotta sweep that la Loon
 Harlem World baby, say that name forever
 Game cheddar as long as we stay together
 Range your bet on, nigga act up, aim your Berrettas
 Cuz for that money son, I'mma slam whoever, out whatever
 You try to stop our reign of terror
 You're guarenteed to fall out
 Fuckin' wit' All Out
 Repeat 1
 [Teamsters]
 What, the only shit you niggas poppin' is the shit that you talk
 Get the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walk
 Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up
 Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car
 Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh
 I drive 'till my eyes close
 Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma
 Gatt for the drive-by, ride by the la-las
 Sayin' goodbye-ha
 It's Indo, bounce the smoke through the window
 Then pearl straight ice grill, my brim low
 Tint those big lips while y'all spit phlegm out
 O.D. is still mo'
 Remote throw the 'em out the belly of the beast
 We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites
 Throw my stellies on creep, I'm heavy on jewels
 Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice
 It's nice and I can belly you for mo'
 Repeat 1 until fade