Mike-D (S.U.C.) - All World lyrics

[Big Pokey] It's a bunch of n***as, knocking my hustling I'm on the grind going hard out the trunk, like Rocky when rushing A empty clip, the only thang stop me from busting When I roll n***a folding, it's not a discussion Ask yourself this question, what's colder than Dina It's a bunch of money on my den, f** rolling a beamer Go hard or go home, hoe you know I'm a dreamer With the heart to go and get it, how you know I'm a schemer Sensei need a bad b**h, I'm looking for Trina Put this ham in they yams, have her looking for Xena We hit the do' like a battle ram, me and my team I pop bottles every now and then, but me I'm a leaner It's a small world, play p**y get f**ed Like a call girl, bout to fold it like a tall world f** what they say-a, dog I'm some'ing like a playa b**hes know me everywhere, motherf**er I'm all world [Mike D] I'm some'ing like a playa, some'ing like a pimp Catch me at Papa Deauxxx, eating lobsters and shrimps Y'all know who it is, and I'm right back at it It's Boss Hogg Corleone, now come on ride with me daddy Across the state line, I do it every time It ain't hard to tell, how I'm on my grind I'm like a Carl Smitty, in his prime time But you can get it there, we riding for the same side Then you done f**ed up, gave me life again MJ when I point em out, I want em all dead men It's the Don, but every n***a in my click a boss From Den Den to Lil' Duke, and Big H.A.W.K Clay-Doe, 6-4, can't forget Bamino Red D and Rhino, 3-2 and Danny Boy C to the F to the E Get your mind right trick, when you f**ing with me I'm all world, imagine just starving my baby girls n***as ain't ready, I'ma let the K hurl You done f**ed up, and let me grab a couple hundred And in a minute, I'ma go on ahead and start stunting For the summer, riding down on these co*k-a-roaches Man they shouldn't of talked down, on the Costra Nosta Boss Hogg Corleone, that's me The black Osama, taking over this b*atch [Chris Ward] It's the M.O.B., H-O double G S.U.C., raw a** n***a I'm that ghetto a**, gutter gangsta Gritty, Y.S.P. a** n***a All these new comers, wanna be like me I can't help it, y'all get off my D-I-C That's from me to you n***a, stamp signed and sealed Bout to let these n***as know, that I grind for scrill All these n***as round here cap, like I don't shine for real That's why I walk around, lookng like I just signed a deal Got bout 40 on my chest, a dime on my wrist And three quarts of that dime, on the same hand's fist I make them all boppers, be like girl look at Chris That n***a other hand, look like frozen yellow piss Is this, what it's about These lyrics that I spit out, is nasty once they get out I contaminate the streets, I contaminate the booth I contaminate the South, when I speak the truth You might see in some'ing, looking like a nasty mustard stain The top is bu*terscotch, and the guts is caine All these motherf**ers asking, what's my name It's C. Ward motherf**er, it's a must I came My nust they hang, just like my Boss Hogg chain You see I'm in it for the change, motherf** the fame n***a [E.S.G.] Now guess who back and I'm hungry, I ain't aten my lunch Always into something, bad apple out the bunch f** a punchline, I'm throwing hate back like jabs Knocking fake slim n***as, off the motherf**ing slab Hate n***a game I'ma take it back, wanna know how I got my stacks Pablo came and gave me packs, stuck on mack and swang in Lacs Blue and yellow stones, it's hard to look Ice bucket on my chest, smelling like master cook At the age 15, young guerilla in the jungle Moving quarter ki's, and weed for my uncle Call me Ashton Kutcher, b**h n***as I punk ya Houston Tex call me Shrek, I'm a S.U.C. monster Mike Jones had it wrong, see Screw is the Don Whoever up next, only carried the baton Put in city where I'm from, I was born in the booth Had a murder charge in 9-5, I ain't scared to shoot Candy red or blue coupe, I'm so executive CEO status, you need a code where I live I left the gates open, you cupcakes hoping That you could rob the real Boss, I never leave my safe open Leave your face smoking, I'm a gangsta to the fullest A box of cigarillos, a new box of bullets So when I pull it, you b**h n***as know the song Me and Mike D, sipping purple and Patrone Back back yep, in a 300 M's Black, with the motherf**ing all black rims Known for serving fiends, straight dropping screens These devils trying to clip my wings, call me Constantine b**h I be a pimp, I ain't slowing down It's E and the Boss Hogg, b**h we hold it down Yeah b**h n***as, you n***as all girls E.S.G., Poke and Mike D yeah we all world (*talking*) Uh E.S.G., what's up MJ Take Over year, right here I got my n***a in here, Lil' 3rd Bout to wreck this b**h [Lil' 3rd] I'm the Cloverland's finest, I ain't talking bout body-wise Armageddon 16's on the rise, and body guards Stones on my chest, change colors like models eyes Blowing kush smoke, purple syrup slanging them powder pounds Fired up down proof, and the slash is motorized Can't let n***as see it, cause these boys is motomized Style is mobster, West is saying C. Whoadie ride E.S.G. and Mike D, pull up swanging the Rover wide Claim Screwed Up Click, but you n***as not notarized Tails stuck in they a**, when a n***a get notified f** squashing the beef, cause Lil' 3rd fa sho to ride That boy hunt pump sh**, I can see it in both his eyes K doing FED time, while I ain't thinking wise Mean boxing game, AK and a shank and nine King of Cloverland, it ain't nothing to compromise Sweet as a honey bun, and you filled up with bunch of lies If you a G, why you traumatized A lil' fame got this n***a head, big as a Hummer tire [Grace] Put the chase all in your face, and rap at pace like them tommy guns Busting your discussion, go-getter making s**ers run Pimping pens for ends, setting trends one of the ones Day one dirt doer, underground like C and Bun Bring it on, rep the click and stay standing strong Calculator's what they call me, I'm the one that they counting on Garunteed like F, underground funky like bad breath Game runner give it to em, lay em down like bad health We steady rapping for Screw, salute a flag that's blue Until I'm gone it's on, like yellow west keep it true Ya see I'm repping like I'm stepping, busting like auto weapons That same boy G-R-A-C-E, got them Screw Heads recollecting Another day another dub, Kalluminatti still riding high Till the end and this the year, to tell them hoe n***as bye-bye I'm so for real with the sk**s, equipped and ready to k** You flip like floozies in heels, rat and roaches catching steel