Testo All out on My Own - Shyheim
Testo della canzone All out on My Own (Shyheim), tratta dall'album This Iz Real
Yo, what the deal, criminals
We're not born, we're created from the streets
And this goes out to all my thugs, criminals
All us hustlers, big up yourself
Get y'all weight up, no diggity, no doubt
G.P. Woo, yo drop my shit right here
I gotta get my weight up, fuck eight balls, I'm flippin' kilos
Did dirt, so now I lay low from street foes
Broke niggas and bitches wanna take what I got
Tell the jakes about my spots, they mad cuz I make a lot
From Monday through Sunday, I see about a million
Run with thugs who's down for killin' civilians
I'm thug related, pack nuff heat, they call me fire
Niggas fear my verbal technique cuz I'm Kaiser
Some say I represent the ghetto worldwide
Bust TEC's, puff lye, from A to Z it's dough or die
Fuck around and get lifted off this earth
Take my word for what it's worth, I put that on the turf
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out
Like Patti LaBelle said, I'm out on my own
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out
Like Patti LaBelle said, I'm out on my own
I'm all out on my own like Al Capone cuz niggas want my dome
So I pack a four pound chrome, stashed near my nuts in the front
But keep it at arm distance cuz I'm gonna have to bust
The first victim that come so close to me and shit
My clip's packed up, thick, legit and fit
To go to war at any given time
I gotta protect me and mine before the damn flatline
I'm still young but I'm growin' up mad fast
Treated like trash and dumped out on my ass
No one understands me but me
Nobody cares about how I feel but me
So what I gotta do is do for me
I wonder how that be goin' all out for me
I got mad problems but I try to deal with 'em
I wish that I could fight 'em and shoot the fear up with 'em
But the devil keeps on hawkin' me
My soul he be wantin' G, but that shit I can't see
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out
Like Patti LaBelle said, I'm out on my own
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out
Like Patti LaBelle said, I'm out on my own
I had many dreams of bein' a star in the NBA
But they got thrown away when I started slingin' yay
I put the ball down, picked the ounce up, then I reed up
Now I'm 200 G's up and on my way Uptown
To meet up with these big drug lords from Cuba
I don't trust 'em like a chickenhead so I'mma bring the Ruger
In my 1996 shot Beamer
Flyin' on the West Side Highway, that's when I seen a
Van full of jiggy, oh now they wanna get me
At four pushin' 80 max while I'm hittin' a buck fifty
Niggas know Dink be blazin' the lah lah
The weed keep me zoned, word to Tawana
Que pasa baby, you know who loves you girl
Young wild thugs, we rule the world
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out
Like Patti LaBelle said, I'm out on my own
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out son
I'm all out on my own, I'm goin' out
Like Patti LaBelle said, I'm out on my own
I'd like to give a mad big up
Respect to the Two-7-Click
My man Ty motherfuckin' He
On time, Squib, Vince, Sin
Redman, Bubble Bubble, Bubble Benz
And it don't stop
Credits
Writer(s): Hamilton Frederick Bohannon, Arby Tyrone Quinn, Shyheim Dionel Franklin
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