Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We All In, artist - Outerspace. Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We All In |
| Two-one-fifth, burners up, Killadale murderers |
| We ain’t never heard of ya, but ya’ll niggas heard of us |
| Off the hook merciless, got ‘em shook, got ‘em nervous |
| Operation Lockdown, got these rooks out of service |
| Top Shelf, sippin' steady, soul snatcher, hit ‘em heavy |
| Toe-tag, this shit is deadly, they ain’t proper with my feddy |
| Louisville slugger, swinger, razor edge, cut a nigga |
| Bottomfeeders under rivers, never comin' up again, uh |
| Never eatin', barely breathin', never close, keep ‘em reachin' |
| Out of sight, out of mind, I don’t even think I see ‘em |
| Same game, different lane, always gotta keep switchin' |
| Rad Racer 3D, always fuckin' with your vision |
| Worry ‘bout what he do, what he did, what he didn’t |
| Fuck your life, I keep it thorough |
| Pussies need to mind they business |
| Work hard, hustle harder, I’mma always go and get it |
| Beast rhymes and life flow and lyrics I am so committed |
| Super bitch swoop down, black cape, black boots |
| Bust through the red tape, ponytail, tracksuit |
| Doin' what I do best, New Heads, clueless |
| Wanna test the waters, now they whole shoe wet |
| Now they whole crew wet, make ‘em all two step |
| Slide to the left, watch ‘em shuffle like Cuped |
| (Uh) Your army is no match for mine |
| We Masters of the Universe, I’m the Mastermind |
| Voltron, I’m headin' em, wild beasts I’m pettin' ‘em |
| (Walsh) through your towns with Pharaohs and Veterans |
| Dark Side breadin' ‘em, Hollywood like Kevin Em |
| Lyricist Lounge then stroll down to Letterman |
| You say you in the buildin' but we levelin' |
| They lookin' like Oh shit, who let the Devil in? |
| Who got minutes on they soul, we need a reverend |
| Ain’t even get to see they kids so we bury them |
| The warning, the warning |
| Proceed with caution |
| The warning, the warning |
| The warning |
| We all in |
| Vividly my pen paint pictures of the struggle |
| Born out the belly of the beast in the jungle |
| Last year I broke grounds movin' in cashmere |
| My man-son is your man, got bagged for eight years |
| ‘round here, niggas don’t brown-bag they beards |
| OG’s got gray hairs, but they still be out there |
| Acceptin' street life as their permanent careers |
| And of course — there’s a lack of respect for the force |
| The game is you gotta get paid by any cost |
| The Bodega Gospel, coke in his nostril |
| Foul like apostle, be damagin' Glocks |
| I’m that, physical form of raw rap |
| These rich niggas broke now, they fortunes got broke down |
| Keep a chink on me just in case I gotta poke ground |
| Chamber a round, there’s no time for jokes, clown |
| Only Allah can judge me, fuck Joe Brown |
| Same as it ever was, back like we left somethin' |
| Blood on them Louie-V, apron’s when I chef somethin' |
| Cookin' with that (cooker tuck) beast niggas, look ‘em up |
| Leave the game shookin' up, tell your hooker hook it up |
| Promoter niggas put us up the highest of them High Rises |
| Take your team under, like Tombstone pile-drivers |
| Use your own style, obviously I’m a (Pharamah) |
| I’mma beat the child out’ya, till the bars out of vodka |
| Till the game out of (stock) and yeah dawg, I’m out of pocket |
| Let me show you how to lock it, lock, load, aim, cock it |
| Live with this insane logic, yeah, that I’m Gods Prophet |
| But I take God if it profits, man my brain toxic |
| I can get the game poppin' while I get the bottles poppin' |
| All I do is dumb shots, fuck ice, not a option |
| Had to call (Ride or Rock) I’m (dop black) the block is shot |
| Dump it off like John Stockin' (?) — Argh, I’m a fuckin' Goblin |
| The warning, the warning |
| Proceed with caution |
| The warning, the warning |
| The warning |
| We all in |