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No...no doubt baby... All City TRUE... |
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Ready to flip shit, comin' through with the crew" [x4] |
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Yeah, what, uh |
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Like that how we do |
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The N-Y |
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Bed-Stuy |
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Brooklyn |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Check it |
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For you to fuck with this apostle, it's not possible |
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Mega large collossal nigga you docile |
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And I sizable play me close and I'll ox you |
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That's only logical cause I'm fact, you costume |
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Now who da obstacle? |
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Throw basic, watch me blaze shit, The All's faced it |
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It's natural for champs to hate shit |
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Plenty cases, some anonymous, age m-i-n-t, |
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with a diamond glist, like jewelery |
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You hold on, you'll see, if it kill me |
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All City, bound to be rich, without the filthy |
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My players skillt me, your glares don't tilt me |
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My pops def' built to the point |
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I'm not moved by no thing |
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Man or material, crime without the serial |
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never been inside, unless it was a V.I. |
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Although they got plans to knock me |
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I feel 'em watchin' me, eyein' the city while we monopoly |
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The game is hot to me, but I play to win "CREW" |
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"No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...don't get it wrong... |
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comin' through with the crew...No...no doubt baby... All City CREW... |
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Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew...." [x4] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Yo, yo, yo |
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We the forever livin', there's no beginnin' or endin' |
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All City's The Actual, y'all niggas is pretendin' |
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In jeans and linen, I will attract the flyest women |
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My waves stay spinnin', and not a dime of mine they spendin' |
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That's pimpin' tradition, play Sony in the Expedition |
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Play your position, who wandered with my coalition |
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we boa constricted, gettin' so many splits it's sickenin' |
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Lyrically stick ya, every pedestrians a victim |
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I gotta addiction, to marijuana and the Henny |
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Brooklyn send me, we break bread and convert pennies into major dollars |
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We lock jaws like rottweilers, duck tapin' your mouth |
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so they can't here you hollar, you held for hostage, |
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now we informed ya niggas, the ransom is handsome |
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seven digit figures, and some, while back at the mansion |
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we light up the Branson, and write hot shit to leave you dancin' |
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as we advance on through, All City "CREW" |
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"Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew... |
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No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...don't get it wrong... |
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comin' through with the crew...No...no doubt baby... All City CREW... |
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Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew....No...no doubt baby... |
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[Verse 3:] |
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For this dough yo, the mega flowin' coastal |
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Plan to be the next mogul, through rap vocal |
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No love if I don't know you, fam is so few |
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N-Y streets I flow through, layin low dope, like I'm suppost to |
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Till I'm boku, in the gold coupe, the city wanna whole Lou |
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You couldn't go through, platinum medallion with the opal |
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Swingin' low true, you fugazi, yo shit's shaky, made you shady |
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The mega psalms hades, never play thee, |
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put in work till shit's gravy, move greatly, up in the grey V-12 |
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puffin the hazy, eyes lazy, thoughts paisley |
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me and my shorty from Baisley, All City raise due |
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new ones to follow, chrome nozzle, we spit things that leave you hollow |
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sophisticato, strictly for the cargo, gems sparkle, new wave |
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El DeMarco, I play my part though, the city hot though "CREW" |
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[Verse 4:] |
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Yo, I'm certified raw, you heard of me before |
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Verbally I'm bringin war to those who wanna murder me |
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Put ya niggas servin' me, King put 'em through surgery |
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Had you on a respirator in state of emergency |
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Rob you for your currency, y'all worry me not |
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Blast a shot and watch you faggot niggas scurry from spot |
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I play the devils advocate play me sideways I ain't havin' it |
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you rather get mauled by attack dogs, thats havin' this |
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you can't fathom this, when in the presence of the fabulous |
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rap attackin' this, fly at niggas with the rapidness |
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who 'bout to clap at this, we at the top of our rank |
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Your shit is juvenile compared to my style you shootin' blanks |
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Behold this metropolis, gold, throw ya hands in |
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Me and my mans'n, we explodin' like loose cannons |
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Lace you quick with the basic wit, Tiger like Asics |
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Theatrical niggas be tryin' to play sick, stay awake kid... |
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"All City Crew... |
