All Luv (feat. Fat Joe, Lord Finesse, Big L, A.G.) Testo

Testo All Luv (feat. Fat Joe, Lord Finesse, Big L, A.G.)

[Fat Joe] Welcome to the world of Joe, flooded with thugs and hoes Real niggas, drug dealers, with villas in the show ??? parked in twenty-car pillemann Living the largest, with ??? garbage Shit, I get down for mine Terror Squad run things in any town you can find New York, New York, big city of dreams Where there's nothing but for car bitches and ??? Say for cash, fat pieces of hash Never giving a fuck, get your shit laced up The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and won't sign Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and glocks Stay away from Little Pub cause his stacks is hot Shot, in the middle of the street Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin deep [Lord Finesse] While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying dames The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans You know our names, we don't play jokes You niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks Yous tay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling Rap a token, exploding, my game's golden Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare Roll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain't nothing sweet here Keep clear, outta here so keep stepping Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds No question the cash tipper, the ass whipper Need a chick I can hang with, fuck you broads that wear glass slippers Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me? Finesse is among the stars like astrology Greater knowledge, G, shit's wild, I flip styles On the mile, let me pass it off like Crystal [Fat Joe] Yo it's all love, thug niggas and all of the above Drug dealers, killer, niggas at the Player's Club Young ladies, sisters, rump shaking bitches Niggas on the Island rock 150 stitches (Repeat 2x) [Big L] Yo my cash flow don't get low, this jet increase And whoever tries to take mine will rest in peace Keep a stone look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook So hold on and prepare to get rolled on My crew robs every fag that walks through the Boneyard Cats who act rah rah will catch a jim star So those who fake the funk don't get far, pah Me and my clan parlay sipping Grand Marlet At a party at the bar is where we stand all day In '97 I'm bubbling, no more stuggling If I fall, it's back to selling drugs again and busting slugs in men No doubt, you know what I'm about The last slouch that walked through my block didn't make it out Because I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that nigga (I felt sorry for that nigga) I give a fuck, that nigga [A.G.] We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weed Been ripping shit since the late 80's, so what you need? I was here before, that's why I rise and stand tall And send y'all back to the wall like I'm Darryl Straw The truth is, don't give a damn if you're ruthless Make it happen, I look at platinum niggas like "Who's this?" Word the the bloody city, Babylon will Die in inequities, project overkill Be in the future shining, gold with diamonds The nigga been used to climbing, my whole life Straight more, if it ain't rough, it ain't right We bring the heat, all you do is bark, we bite I'm authentic, and once I send it, it's unretrievalbe Like nuclear missles, I meant it, now it's time to lace this Off to the faceless Niggas get brushed up and ??? and face it

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