Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All My N*gg*s, artist - Method Man.
Date of issue: 13.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All My N*gg*s |
Yeah… the coming is everything |
(Just when you thought it was safe |
I got to slap taste out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch) |
Yo! |
Yo! |
It’s the M.C. |
stresser, Street the aggressor |
I apply pressure, until your lungs explode |
Over choke flows, rap, over load |
I live by the code style that’s mad P.L.O |
Shaolin pro, equipped with rhymes to go |
Sully low, rock a teflon coat like it’s ten below |
Controller of my destiny, live for longevity |
When my life in jeopardy, bust shots consecutively |
Black teflon rap, I lay this on you heavily |
Deadly Melodies, I rock the Iron Mic steadily |
M.C.'s keep tryin' to step in my zone |
Get ya head flown, crush your nose bone with the microphone |
New York’s bravest, longly awaited (come on) |
Highly anticipated, street niggas favorite |
I never ride dicks, that’s why y’all niggas hate it |
I’m Street Educated, plus thug related |
Wu affiliated, still underrated |
That’s to be the greatest, world’s most famous |
Crowd entertainer, top debut gainer |
Hip-hop hall of famer, rap terminator |
Who the slang pro nigga role, banned from your radio |
Flow straight ghettio (aiyo) but y’all don’t hear me though |
(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas |
(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas |
This is Street radio, live in stereo flow |
No video, still ghettio slang pro |
Hoes by the boat load, lust for my logo |
But they don’t get shit from Street, but hard dick and coco' |
I’m known to hold a grudge, bust slug and drug |
Flood the court with thug, scream, 'fuck the judge' |
Bad firm, I never learned, crack the bird, burn a dutch |
Never had much, never gave a fuck, give it up |
You ain’t larger than life, to lose ya life |
In the heat of the night, talk like you walk, you might get sniped |
Just because you got a record deal, don’t make you real |
Just because you sold a mil, don’t make you hard to kill |
If you feel like I feel, we both know you bluffin' |
I’m about to snuff you the fuck out for nothing, aiyo |
I’m in full Street mode, ghetto episodes |
Never sold my soul, or fall for fool’s gold |
Just control the globe with wise words told |
It’s been in my blood, since I was God’s years old |
Who the slang pro nigga role, banned from your radio |
Flow straight ghettio (aiyo) but y’all don’t hear me though |
(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas |
(I rock for all my niggas) I rock for all my niggas |
Hey, aiyo! |