Darren Lighty - Everything is Everything lyrics

[Verse 1: AZ] I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don With the same wordplay that supplied the Qu'ran Any stagnation, I rise beyond Get it right, understand my ties are strong From the streets where it all started, back in school To the dough stackin' n***a started actin' fool Used to be the loud type love to flash the j**els Hit somethin' nice then broadcast the news Bags of weed, used to slow drag the weed Did it all in the hood, had to leave Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe Short n***a what up, short to grab the 'vees Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated Returnin' like you remembered, but more swifter Stronger than your malt liquor Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them who*es get cha They're not fair [Hook x2: Joe] That's how we bump, that's how we bang Shorty now we all up on them thangs Play your part, play the game And everything is everything [Verse 2: AZ] Truth is real, believe I take loot for real It's the desperation in the dap, boost the wheel Trucks and 20's, relax when them cups is in me You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's Jeckyl and Hyde, the real never wrestle with pride If you live, that's the only way I let you inside Love it or not, thrive off the love of the block See me solo in a photo, hands huggin' my co*k Frank furvase, a white cotton tank with shades Taper fade, got a face that just ain't for braids Been in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick It's just me, besides I'm just a G With the O in the front, I know what you want Believe, I'm s**a-free this one [Hook x2] [Bridge: Joe] Bag up your work, hit the block and pitch Don't stop 'til you rich, bust shots never snitch Stick to the script, tuck in your chain And everything is everything [Verse 3: AZ] See time don't stop, and crime won't stop So I won't stop 'til I'm sitting on top 'Til every home phone and cells get popped And every hard top getting chopped 'til we drop The streets don't get us, the beats gon' get us Pray to the lord they don't hit us I'm so iffy, keep the dro sticky ? fifty, come and smoke with me Raise your cups in the clubs and toast with me So small crispy, man I flow sippy And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen Back shots, a** in the air, best position [Hook] [Bridge] [Hook x2]