All Luv – D.I.T.C – letras

[Fat Joe]Welcome to the world of Joe flooded with thugs and hoesReal niggas drug dealers with villas in the show??? parked in twenty car garagesLiving the largest with ??? 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 for car bitches and ???Say for cash fat pieces of hashNever giving a fuck, get your shit laced upThe corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimesOn news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and won’t signJoey Crack’s the rock, known for packing Macs and glocksStay away from Little Pub cause his stacks 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 jokesYou niggas ain’t feeling us? You ain’t supposed to, that’s for gay folksYou stay broke, we stay holding and stay rollingRap a token, exploding, my game’s goldenPockets swollen, we make the freaks stareRoll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain’t nothing sweet hereKeep clear, outta here so keep steppingMake hit records off of loops that’s six secondsNo question the cash tipper, the ass whipperNeed a chick I can hang with, 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 Crystal[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, this jet 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 BoneyardCats who act rah rah will catch a jim starSo those 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 nigga) I give a 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?I was here before, 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? »Word the the bloody city, Babylon willDie in inequities, project overkillBe in the future shining, gold with diamondsThe nigga been used to climbing, my whole lifeStraight more, 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 unretrievalbeLike nuclear missles, I meant it, now it’s time to lace thisOff to the facelessNiggas get brushed up and ??? and face it