Текст песни D.I.T.C. f A.G., Big L, Fat Joe, Lord Fi - All Luv 12"
D.I.T.C. f A.G., Big L, Fat Joe, Lord Fi - All Luv 12" слова песни
[Fat Joe]Welcome to the world of Joe, flooded with thugs and hoesReal niggas, drug dealers, with villas in the StrollsLexus and Rolls parked in twenty-car garagesLiving the largest, with Oriental massages in garbageShit, I get down for mineTerror Squad run things in any town you can findNew York, New York, big city of dreamsWhere there`s nothing but foreign cars, bitches, and triple beamsI fiend for cash, fat pieces of assNever giving a fuck, get your shit laced upThe corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimesOn news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and wounds nineJoey Crack`s the rock, known for packing Macs and glocksStay away from Little Puppet cause his ass is hotShot, in the middle of the streetPretty boys don`t sleep cause beauty is only skin deep[Lord Finesse]While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying damesThe aim is to make Mo` Money like Damon WayansYou know our names, we don`t play jokesNiggas ain`t feeling us? You ain`t supposed to, that`s for gay folksYou stay broke, we stay holding and stay rollingRap`s Beetoven, exploding, my game`s goldenPockets swollen, we make the freaks stareRoll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain`t nothing sweet hereKeep clear, ah yeah so get steppingMake hit records off of loops that`s six secondsNo question the cash tipper, the ass whipperNeed a chick that can hang, fuck you broads that wear glass slippersBigger, city slicker, you cats follow me?Finesse is among the stars like astrologyGreater knowledge, G, shit`s wild, I flip stylesOn the mile, let me pass it off like Chris Childs[Fat Joe]Yo it`s all love, thug niggas and all of the aboveDrug dealers, killer, niggas at the Player`s ClubYoung ladies, sisters, rump shaking bitchesNiggas on the Island rock 150 stitches (Repeat 2x)[Big L]Yo my cash flow don`t get low, it just increaseAnd whoever tries to take mine will rest in peaceKeep a stone look, peace to every known crookNot those who go to jail and can`t hold they own and come home shookSo hold on and prepare to get rolled onMy crew robs every fag that walks through the ???Cats who act rah rah will catch a jim star scarPunks who fake the funk don`t get far, pahMe and my clan parlay sipping Grand MarletAt a party at the bar is where we stand all dayIn `97 I`m bubbling, no more stugglingIf I fall, it`s back to selling drugs again and busting slugs in menNo doubt, you know what I`m aboutThe last slouch that walked through my block didn`t make it outBecause I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that nigga(I felt sorry for that kid) I didn`t fuck that nigga[A.G.]We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weedBeen ripping shit since the late 80`s, so what you need?Not scared to fall, that`s why I rise and stand tallAnd send y`all back to the wall like I`m Darryl StrawThe truth is, don`t give a damn if you`re ruthlessMake it happen, I look at platinum niggas like "Who`s this?"Woe the the bloody city, Babylon willDie in its inequities, project overkillSee me in the future shining, gold with diamondsA nigga been used to climbing, my whole lifeThat`s a trademark, if it ain`t rough, it ain`t rightWe bring the heat, all you do is bark, we biteI`m authentic, and once I send it, it`s unretrievableLike nuclear missles, cause meant it, now it`s time to lace thisResort to the basicsNiggas get rushed just because, hush and don`t say shit