Lonestar Ridaz - All My n***as lyrics

[Russell Lee:] All My n***as get yo' hustle on & you punk bullies need to leave us alone See I don't give a f** & I don't play no games 'Cause All My n***as they 'about havin' things. [South Park Mexican:] Nasty hoes & goofy n***as Everybody tryin' they best to get wit us Ruthless friends & a crazy family n***as tryin' to sue me for a**ault & battery Crooked judges & expensive lawyers, I'm surrounded By muthaf**in' news reporters Cocaine snorters & drug importers If I leave the city, I break my court orders Was a kick door burglar & teenage murderer My house be filled up with dope fiends' furniture Mathematical, attack like animal In my new whip, bangin' Barry Manilo Totally radical, my flow is magical She don't s** dick, then we ain't compatible Quick to shoot a fool, then go to his funeral Sippin' pharmaceutical, I feel so beautiful. [Russell Lee:] All My n***as get yo' hustle on & you punk bullies need to leave us alone See I don't give a f** & I don't play no games 'Cause All My n***as they 'about havin' things. [Merciless:] You mi vida be closed captioned, uh-huh Been runnin' wild, yeah Addicted to them streets, my criminal lifestyle A juvenile delinquent got no f**in' manners Smokin' weed 'til my eyes bleed, gettin' drunk & crashin' I swear my family tree, got roots that be rotten If you dare to step on my block proceed with caution You see we all loc's yeah clicked up we all folks Slangin' stolen merchandise crank shrm. & coke Quick to blast sh** I catch as good as skane nuthin' With the big black whip they at the po' po' service No second chance, when you dance with d**h As your body gets cold with hot slugs in your chest Merciless, no remorse, no pity See I come from a city where attitudes be sh**ty & nothin' worse in this world, than a vato that's broke Mad at the world & got nothin' to smoke. [Russell Lee:] All My n***as, get yo' hustle on & you punk bullies need to leave us alone See I don't give a f** & I don't play no games 'Cause All My n***as, they 'about havin' things. [Max Minelli:] Man with so much drama poppin' on my sets It's kinda hard bein' that n***a M A X, but I somehow still run my sh** so proper You can spin this 'til your fingers turn the color or copper Keep a soviet chopper, layin' across my dresser The outlaw ain't crackin' under police pressure So I'm wit whatever that's gon' keep my sh** flippin' Me & Hap. Thug together like Gore & Bill Clinton From the streets gettin' smoked out & syrup on sippin' Cookin' more hoe chickens than Popeye's kitchen My own later b**hin' & for 17 minutes I'm in the muthaf**in' game, y'all n***as still in the scrimmage That boy young Minelli keep a hustlers image Nice piece & chain, $150 tenis With drag & strings, pants saggin' man 'Cause them n***as on my block 'about havin' things. [Russell Lee:] All My n***as, get yo' hustle on & you punk bullies need to leave us alone See I don't give a f** & I don't play no games 'Cause All My n***as, they 'about havin' things.