All City

All City - The Actual lyrics

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Ready to flip shit, comin' through with the crew" (4x)
 Yeah, what, uh
 Like that how we do
 The N-Y
 Bed-Stuy
 Brooklyn
 Verse 1:
 Check it
 For you to fuck with this apostle, it's not possible
 Mega large collossal nigga you docile
 And I sizable play me close and I'll ox you
 That's only logical cause I'm fact, you costume
 Now who da obstacle?
 Throw basic, watch me blaze shit, The All's faced it
 It's natural for champs to hate shit
 Plenty cases, some anonymous, age m-i-n-t,
 with a diamond glist, like jewelery
 You hold on, you'll see, if it kill me
 All City, bound to be rich, without the filthy
 My players skillt me, your glares don't tilt me
 My pops def' built to the point
 I'm not moved by no thing
 Man or material, crime without the serial
 never been inside, unless it was a V.I.
 Although they got plans to knock me
 I feel 'em watchin' me, eyein' the city while we monopoly
 The game is hot to me, but I play to win "CREW"
 "No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...don't get it wrong...
 comin' through with the crew...No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...
 Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew...." (4x)
 Verse 2:
 Yo, yo, yo
 We the forever livin', there's no beginnin' or endin'
 All City's The Actual, y'all niggas is pretendin'
 In jeans and linen, I will attract the flyest women
 My waves stay spinnin', and not a dime of mine they spendin'
 That's pimpin' tradition, play Sony in the Expedition
 Play your position, who wandered with my coalition
 we boa constricted, gettin' so many splits it's sickenin'
 Lyrically stick ya, every pedestrians a victim
 I gotta addiction, to marijuana and the Henny
 Brooklyn send me, we break bread and convert pennies into major
  dollars
 We lock jaws like rottweilers, duck tapin' your mouth
 so they can't here you hollar, you held for hostage,
 now we informed ya niggas, the ransom is handsome
 seven digit figures, and some, while back at the mansion
 we light up the Branson, and write hot shit to leave you dancin'
 as we advance on through, All City "CREW"
 "Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew...
 No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...don't get it wrong...
 comin' through with the crew...No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...
 Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew....No...no doubt baby...
 All City CREW...don't get it wrong...comin' through (echoes)"
 Verse 3:
 For this dough yo, the mega flowin' coastal
 Plan to be the next mogul, through rap vocal
 No love if I don't know you, fam is so few
 N-Y streets I flow through, layin low dope, like I'm suppost to
 Till I'm boku, in the gold coupe, the city wanna whole Lou
 You couldn't go through, platinum medallion with the opal
 Swingin' low true, you fugazi, yo shit's shaky, made you shady
 The mega psalms hades, never play thee,
 put in work till shit's gravy, move greatly, up in the grey V-12
 puffin the hazy, eyes lazy, thoughts paisley
 me and my shorty from Baisley, All City raise due
 new ones to follow, chrome nozzle, we spit things that leave you
 hollow
 sophisticato, strictly for the cargo, gems sparkle, new wave
 El DeMarco, I play my part though, the city hot though "CREW"
 "don't get it wrong...comin' through with the crew..."
 Verse 4:
 Yo, I'm certified raw, you heard of me before
 Verbally I'm bringin war to those who wanna murder me
 Put ya niggas servin' me, King put 'em through surgery
 Had you on a respirator in state of emergency
 Rob you for your currency, y'all worry me not
 Blast a shot and watch you faggot niggas scurry from spot
 I play the devils advocate play me sideways I ain't havin' it
 you rather get mauled by attack dogs, thats havin' this
 you can't fathom this, when in the presence of the fabulous
 rap attackin' this, fly at niggas with the rapidness
 who 'bout to clap at this, we at the top of our rank
 Your shit is juvenile compared to my style you shootin' blanks
 Behold this metropolis, gold, throw ya hands in
 Me and my mans'n, we explodin' like loose cannons
 Lace you quick with the basic wit, Tiger like Asics
 Theatrical niggas be tryin' to play sick, stay awake kid...
 "All City Crew
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Copyrights:

Author: Chris Martin (6), Gregory Cordew, Larry Troupe

Composer: ?

Publisher: MCA Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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