| Been asleep for a while now
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| I been fuckin' hoes, doin' more shows, money come in piles now
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| Back then she wouldn’t fuck with me, she wanna fuck in my pause now
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| Used to be nobody text with me, they wanna text to the kid nah
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| All these fake niggas tryna keep it real now
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| Bitches, I’m that nigga, still the same nigga from befo' tho
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| East Side nigga, used to call me daddy Joe
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| Movin' packs, neva one did my momma know
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| You need that nigga, believe me, on my lil stove
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| Back then I was buggin' on a trip of seeds
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| Meeked up befo' we popped ten a piece
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| Now every other month I make ten at least
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| Thuggin' real fo' my niggas cuz they gotta eat
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| Lookin' out for each other in the streets cuz it’s all we got
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| Anybody wanna fuck with me or one of my niggas
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| Niggas know that the things are gonna pop
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| The hard stopped heavy but the hustle didn’t stop
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| A couple homie’s dead and a couple homie’s not
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| But a young nigga still on that clock
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| Fork bend that blend (?!) tryna own that spot
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| Fuck bein' in yo pussy, I’m tryna run that block
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| Uh, I’m tryna ball with my niggas
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| Been through it all with my niggas
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| Collect calls from my niggas
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| And they tellin' me to stay on my shit
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| The bigger you are, the tougher it is
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| But this is rap, dawg, this shit is
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| Just me and my niggas, tryna take it to the top
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| Gotta get this money, and take care of ours
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| We all we got, we all we got, we all we got
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| We all we got, we all we got
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| Stand down till we come up, on the grind til the sun up
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| Boy, I got to get these funds up, serving hot O’s, no Columbas
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| And the life we chose, we dug it, when we play the bass, we drum it
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| With that cable, lil holme be buggin', like the they got their way down to
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| bussin'
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| Do it all for the budget, hit a lick then it’s back to the hustlin'
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| Flip that, turn up into somethin', then I play, nigga, we all stuntin'
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| Gotta ride fo' niggas that you walk with, eat with those that you starved with
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| Down the sheet and got balled in, cuz ya know they’re gonna hit the money
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| callin'
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| But every backdoor nigga call in, cuz I need that
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| Feelin' like Nick with the seatback, nigga chasin' every D jack
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| Where the cheese at? |
| Girl, my
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| Leave holes where yo feet, suddenly, you been cracked
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| Gettin' all this money, grindin', now you see that
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| Didn’t wanna fuck, now you let the whole team smack
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| I get it! |
| You talk it, I live it, I sell it, you sip it
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| You want it, come get it, a line go for 50
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| It’s money, I’m wid it, it’s mine, I spend it
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| I hustle every minute, bitch, I’m feelin' like Knicks
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| Keys to the city, everybody fuckin' with me
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| Young nigga droppin' weight like Missy
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| Go get it like and
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| So you know it’s bout money if you see me
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| Just me and my niggas, tryna take it to the top
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| Gotta get this money, and take care of ours
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| We all we got, we all we got, we all we got
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| We all we got, we all we got |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All We Got, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Ill Street Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп