Az - Everything's Everything lyrics

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Az - Everything's Everything lyrics

(Joe) Aiyyo, we veterans now AZ, AZ And J-O-E (AZ) I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Dom With the same role plays that's about to go on Any stagnation, I rise beyond Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong From the streets where it all started, back in school To the dough stacks,and n***a start actin' fool Who's be the loud type and like to flash the j**els Hit something nice then broadcast the news Facts and weed, this slow track that we Did it all in the hood, had to leave Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe Short n***a wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated Return like you remembered, but more swifter Stronger than your malt liquor Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha They not fair (Joe) [Hook] 2X That's how we ball, that's how we bang Show them how we are in them thangs Play your part, play the game Everything's everything (AZ) This is real, believe it I take look for real It's perspiration under the booster wheel Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them co*ked Zazemi You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block See me solo in a photo, hands under my co*k For face, the white clock and tainted shades Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise Get 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 Wit the O in the front, I know what you want Believe... I'm s**a-free [Hook] 2X (Joe) Back up your work, hit the block and pitch Don't stop 'til you rich, cause shots never snitch Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain Everything's everything (AZ) See times don't stop, and crime won't stop So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top To every home phones and cells get blocked And every hard top get chop til we drop If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us Wait til the lord they don't hit us I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky (???) fifty, come and smoke with me Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me Sos' the most crispy, man I flow sippy And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen Back shots, a** in the air, best position (Joe) That's how we ball, that's how we bang Everybody do your thang [Hook] 2X (Joe) Back up your work, hit the block and pitch Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain Everything's everything [Hook and Joe's verse] til music fade