Song | Everything's Everything - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Az |
Artist | Joe |
Album | 9 Lives |
(feat. Joe) | |
(Joe) | |
Aiyyo, we veterans now, | |
AZ, AZ | |
And J-O-E | |
(AZ) | |
I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don | |
With the same role plays that's about to go on, | |
Any stagnation, I rise beyond | |
Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong | |
From the streets where it all started, back in school | |
To the dough stacks,and nigga start actin' fool | |
Who's be the loud type and like to flash the jewels | |
Hit something nice then broadcast the news, | |
Facts and weed, this slow track that we | |
Did it all in the hood, had to leave | |
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe | |
Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees | |
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated | |
Return like you remembered, but more swifter | |
Stronger than your malt liquor, | |
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha, | |
They not fair | |
(Joe) | |
[Chorus] 2X | |
That's how we ball, that's how we bang | |
Show them how we are in them thangs, | |
Play your part, play the game | |
Everything's everything | |
(AZ) | |
This is real, believe it I take look for real | |
It's perspiration under the booster wheel, | |
Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi | |
You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's | |
Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, | |
If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside | |
Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block | |
See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock | |
For face, the white clock and tainted shades | |
Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise | |
Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six, | |
Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick | |
It's just me, besides I'm just a G | |
Wit the O in the front, I know what you want | |
Believe… I'm sucka-free | |
[Chorus] 2X | |
(Joe) | |
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
Don't stop 'til you rich, 'cause shots never snitch | |
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
Everything's everything | |
(AZ) | |
See times don't stop, and crime won't stop | |
So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top, | |
To every home phones and cells get blocked, | |
And every hard top get chop til we drop | |
If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us | |
Wait til the lord they don't hit us, | |
I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky | |
(???) fifty, come and smoke with me | |
Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me, | |
So small crispy, man I flow sippy | |
And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen | |
Back shots, ass in the air, best position | |
(Joe) | |
That's how we ball, that's how we bang | |
Everybody do your thang | |
[Chorus] 2X | |
(Joe) | |
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch | |
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
Everything's everything | |
[Chorus and Joe's verse] til music fade |
feat. Joe | |
Joe | |
Aiyyo, we veterans now, | |
AZ, AZ | |
And JOE | |
AZ | |
I' m back, no Belve, just bottles of Don | |
With the same role plays that' s about to go on, | |
Any stagnation, I rise beyond | |
Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong | |
From the streets where it all started, back in school | |
To the dough stacks, and nigga start actin' fool | |
Who' s be the loud type and like to flash the jewels | |
Hit something nice then broadcast the news, | |
Facts and weed, this slow track that we | |
Did it all in the hood, had to leave | |
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe | |
Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the ' vees | |
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated | |
Return like you remembered, but more swifter | |
Stronger than your malt liquor, | |
Money, hoes and clothes, don' t let them hoes get cha, | |
They not fair | |
Joe | |
Chorus 2X | |
That' s how we ball, that' s how we bang | |
Show them how we are in them thangs, | |
Play your part, play the game | |
Everything' s everything | |
AZ | |
This is real, believe it I take look for real | |
It' s perspiration under the booster wheel, | |
Trucks and 20' s, ' Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi | |
You can catch me at Justin' s or up in Jimmy' s | |
Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride, | |
If you lie, that' s the only way I let you inside | |
Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block | |
See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock | |
For face, the white clock and tainted shades | |
Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise | |
Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six, | |
Multicomplex, go before the end of the flick | |
It' s just me, besides I' m just a G | |
Wit the O in the front, I know what you want | |
Believe I' m suckafree | |
Chorus 2X | |
Joe | |
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
Don' t stop ' til you rich, ' cause shots never snitch | |
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
Everything' s everything | |
AZ | |
See times don' t stop, and crime won' t stop | |
So I won' t stop til I' m sittin' on top, | |
To every home phones and cells get blocked, | |
And every hard top get chop til we drop | |
If the streets don' t get us, the peace gon' get us | |
Wait til the lord they don' t hit us, | |
I' m so iffy, keep the ' dro sticky | |
??? fifty, come and smoke with me | |
Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me, | |
So small crispy, man I flow sippy | |
And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen | |
Back shots, ass in the air, best position | |
Joe | |
That' s how we ball, that' s how we bang | |
Everybody do your thang | |
Chorus 2X | |
Joe | |
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch | |
Don' t stop ' til you rich, but shots never snitch | |
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain | |
Everything' s everything | |
Chorus and Joe' s verse til music fade |