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Shyheim f Squig

All Out On My Own

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[Shyheim]Yo, what the deal?Criminals, what up?We`re not born we`re createdFrom the streetsAnd this goes out to all my thugs, criminals, ballers, hustlersBig up to self, Big up to selfGet y’all weight upNo diggity, No doubtG.P. Wu, Yo drop my shit right nowI gotta get my weight upFuck eight balls I`m flippin kilosDid dirt so now I lay low from street foesBroke niggas and bitches wanna take what I gotTell the jakes about my spotsThey mad cuz I make a lotFrom Monday through Sunday I see about a millionRun with thugs that`s down for killin, civiliansI`m thug related, pack nuff heat, they call me fireNiggas fear my verbal technique cuz I`m KaiserSo say I represent the ghetto worldwideBust techs, puff lyeFrom A to Z`s Doe or DieFuck around and get lifted off this EarthTake my word for what it`s worthI put that on the turfChorus: [Shyheim] (Squig) {2X}I`m all out on my own, I`m goin out sonI`m all out on my own, I`m goin out (dun)I`m all out on my own, I`m goin out(Like Patty LaBelle said I`m out on my own)[Shyheim]I`m all out on my own like Al CaponeCuz niggas want my dome, so I pack a 4 lb. chromeStash it near my nuts in the frontBut keep it in arm distance cuz I`m gonna have to bustThe first victim that comes too close to me and shitMy clips packed up thick legit and victedTo go to war at any given timeI gotta protect me and mineBefore the damn flat lineI`m still young but I`m growin up mad fastTreated like trash and dumped out on my assNo one understands me but meNobody cares about how I feel but meSo what I gotta do is do for meI wonder how that be goin all out for meI got mad problems but I try to deal wit emI wish that I could fight emAnd shoot the fear one wit emBut the devil keeps on hawkin meMy soul he wantin GBut that shit I can`t seeChorus {2X}[Shyheim]I had many dreams of being a star in the NBABut they got thrown away when I saw them slingin yayI put the ball down, picked the ounce up, then I read upNow I`m 200 G`s up and on my uptownTo meet up with these big druglords from CubaI don`t trust em like a chickenhead so I`m bring the lugerAnd my 19-9-6 shot beamerFlying on the West Side highway, that`s when I seen herVan full of jiggyOh now they wanna get meAt full pushin 80 max while I`m hittin the buck 50Niggas know Dig me blazin the la-laThe weed keep me zoned word to TaiwanaK-basa baby, you know who loves you girlYoung wild thugs we rule the worldChorus {2X}[Shyheim] (Squig)Yea, Uh, I`d like to give a mad big up(No doubt, represent)Respect to the 2 Cent clickB-I, my man Ty motha fuckin D(What up Ski?)One time, Squig, word up, Vin-centRedman, Rubba-Rubba-RubbabandzHah hah, and it, and it don`t stop

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