Turn it up



[Huddy Combs]

Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out

So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out

I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout

Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out



[Blinky Blink]

Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops

Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac

I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob

Platinum, reach for it then wake up



[Huddy]

For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger

And  Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga

Cuz I'm down for whatever 

Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar

Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever



[Blink]

Niggas hate to see a G come up 

Young niggas that run up get gun up

That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel

Even wink and yo' ass get killed, All Out



[Meeno]

1 - 	This is for the know-knotters

	Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders

	All weed smokers, Olde E sippers

	All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's

	Throw it up



	This is for the know-knotters

	Six-fo' riders, all them ones are lowriders

	Whether blued out or flamed out

	Mask on, ridin' with them big things out

	Yay a yayyy



[Meeno]

Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?

Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you

Harlem USA be the place that I come from

Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from

Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from

Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum

It's hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat

Close food shop down, send them across the street

My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap

Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets

Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D

Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G

NRB, be the click they claim to be

So if worse come to worse, do the same for me



Repeat 1



[Loon]

Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's

Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die

Got locked up in Crenshaw

Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'

Jail mental', named Wendel

Did 15, and got about 10 more

Oh, he was silent than braille

In '83 was the first with hydraulics  

Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics

And had Daytons and always kept 'em polished 

You taught me about khakis and Converse

And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?

But now I'm stackin' my grip

Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist

But one time never sleep on it

I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it



Repeat 1 until fade