Kool DJ E.Q. - To All My People lyrics

* soft spoken ad lib for 10 secs * "To all my people I'm out" ---] Vin Rock "To all my people I'm out" [Intro/Hook - both (x2)] Yo who can still rock a park? Get in that a** if you bark It's Prince Po, hope you weather the storm And don't be afraid, ma let's enjoy the day Yo I can help you throw your troubles away [Rude One] Yo I know Prince for a minute, don't get no realer than this I got love, went through some sh** but now the medicine's done Concocted hot sh**, straight off the block like rocks did Melody, you corny MCs we make smedley's With no corner degrees, y'all tryin to pa** the gology Check your history then I'm a Southside resident Holdin quarter bricks yo back when Reagan was President [Prince Poetry] We be the rugged N-Y's, Medicinemen, intelligent My two's spread nights with hustlers under streetlights The beat strike vital hearts as I heat mics Hot lava in the form of words Got you lovin this natural high as I spit these 'erbs Embrace, lace it with this impeccable taste Got the club rockin, titties mad hard off the ba** Ya heard? A n***a gotta always make moves And continue to shine like Armourall on the shoes, what? Huh [Hook - x2] [Prince Poetry] Yo, I'm on a mish' to get rid of dead weight, ready to bubble Too much sh** in this life to juggle, this for real struggle I keep it movin with all three eyes open (Hah) Lyrical content is potent, rather well spoken I'm ma**in all my n***as to get it cos wit it We all movin, without it we all lose, I'm about it But we split it (50-50 n***a), if I bust shots to cover your back I give it up to see where some n***as' heads are at Cos brothers do get grimy over nickels and dimes And if you was my man you wouldn't be reachin for mines Damn, catch me on Liberty in the van But one block over, on the corner devisin the plan My n***as Rude and Nice be holdin me down (for real) since a teen Now we some veterans of this medicine, stackin the green From 7-1-8, to 7-0h-2, to 5-1-Oh Poe'll make ya shake the stress so act like ya know huh, what? [Hook - x2] [Rude One] Yo half my n***as been, sent to the essence, I make the best of a Tight situation, organizin emancipation To live life, rip mics, get nice without fights (Ugh) Copyright my sh** (ugh) and get paid in the spotlight [Prince Poetry] I'm still buckwild like a co*k fight, take flight only to win But if I fail all I know is I'm startin over again Forty projects baby boy, still stickin and movin like Roy Prince Poe lyrically bringin you joy What? What? What? C'mon [Hook - x2] [Outro - Prince Poetry] C'mon, uh-huh-huh-huh '98 or better baby, this is how we do it Ugh, to all my peoples come on It's all good, gotta few words to uplift the spirits, no doubt New York, outer city limits, it's all good baby boy Don't hate girl, lemme holler atcha for a while Uh-hah, ugh ugh, la-la-la, la-la-la, la Yeah, believe me yo, get it twisted, get smacked motherf**er * laughter * But it's all love y'knowI'msayin? Y'knowI'msayin I be the God, you be the thug Uh-huh-hah-huh-hah-ah, one love y'all It's all love, it's all love, cheers Nice it's all love It's all love Big Riq it's all