| Yo, what the deal?
|
| Criminals, what up?
|
| We’re not born we’re created
|
| From the streets
|
| And this goes out to all my thugs, criminals, ballers, hustlers
|
| Big up to self, Big up to self
|
| Get y’all weight up
|
| No diggity, No doubt
|
| G.P. |
| Wu, Yo drop my shit right now
|
| 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 that’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
|
| So say I represent the ghetto worldwide
|
| Bust techs, puff lye
|
| From A to Z’s Doe or Die
|
| Fuck around and get lifted off this Earth
|
| Take my word for what it’s worth
|
| I put that on the turf
|
| Chorus: (Squig)
|
| I’m all out on my own, I’m goin out son
|
| I’m all out on my own, I’m goin out (dun)
|
| I’m all out on my own, I’m goin out
|
| (Like Patty 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 4 lb. chrome
|
| Stash it near my nuts in the front
|
| But keep it in arm distance cuz I’m gonna have to bust
|
| The first victim that comes too close to me and shit
|
| My clips packed up thick legit and victed
|
| To go to war at any given time
|
| I gotta protect me and mine
|
| Before the damn flat line
|
| 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 wit em
|
| I wish that I could fight em
|
| And shoot the fear one wit em
|
| But the devil keeps on hawkin me
|
| My soul he wantin G
|
| But that shit I can’t see
|
| I had many dreams of being a star in the NBA
|
| But they got thrown away when I saw them slingin yay
|
| I put the ball down, picked the ounce up, then I read up
|
| Now I’m 200 G’s up and on my uptown
|
| To meet up with these big druglords from Cuba
|
| I don’t trust em like a chickenhead so I’m bring the luger
|
| And my 19−9-6 shot beamer
|
| Flying on the West Side highway, that’s when I seen her
|
| Van full of jiggy
|
| Oh now they wanna get me
|
| At full pushin 80 max while I’m hittin the buck 50
|
| Niggas know Dig me blazin the la-la
|
| The weed keep me zoned word to Taiwana
|
| K-basa baby, you know who loves you girl
|
| Young wild thugs we rule the world
|
| (Squig)
|
| Yea, Uh, I’d like to give a mad big up
|
| (No doubt, represent)
|
| Respect to the 2 Cent click
|
| B-I, my man Ty motha fuckin D
|
| (What up Ski?)
|
| One time, Squig, word up, Vin-cent
|
| Redman, Rubba-Rubba-Rubbabandz
|
| Hah hah, and it, and it don’t stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All out on My Own , by - Shyheim. Song from the album This Iz Real, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп