All In

When you on the streets the main thing you Thinking about is yourself There's no way in the world you can't think about it Not unless you insane Yeah, screw all your miniature fairy-tales And ya misdemeanor (yeah) I brainstorm these Hurricane Sandy's and spit Katrina's Vivid dreamer, I stir that pot of Work like I whip farina Bricks of Tina, turned into court Engagements and quick subpoenas Paid in Full, if Ace caught a case Would he ever miss the cleaners? Grip the Nina, blowin' off half ya calf And it'll split ya femur Sick demeanor, so ain't no Miss Madeas in this arena Nah, when I'm in this lane they Claim it's the Jordan rules No audibles, for green I leave Pools of blood right in Jordan's pool That's sorta cruel, they callin' Him Killer Mike, so run all the jewels Brought all the tools but no need for drilling Fillin', we all get screwed You more than food, pass out the forks and spoons And say 'have at him' (go get him) Now I got the glow, sho'nuff, I'm the last dragon Back spasms, too old to run with heat Better ask Haslem Super villain, sendin' some shooters Dressed all in black at him Got it in me to turn sheep goat I ran with the shepherds Little homie fell, but he tried Gotta grant him his effort How many of y'all ran wit the leopards? He lied (them nigga's lyin' man) Tigers don't dance in the desert, nigga Yeah, I could get you done in a Gruesome fashion, do subtraction Bullets tear through ya flesh and Remove a fraction Do the math and, you'll realize a Liar's a new distraction, true assassin Sorta like Kobe scorin' on Luka passing You imagine? Things get ugly, most nigga's lose attraction Use ya passion you could dragged to Hell just to view the action Slide like the soles on the shoes of Jackson You lose for lacking Yeah, nigga's actin' bad 'cause the plot is lost Knock it off, a nigga's that's spoiled'll end Up a rotten corpse Lock the door, get slayed in ya dreams How you gon' stop this force? I'll make ya lady pay for them screams How much a holla cost? But we ain't have to take it there Let's make it clear I'm the right hand that landed on Frazier's beard I am the blade that Glass used to slay the bear They say if you raise a gun you was raised in fear Save ya prayers 'Cause with or without them I've had an amazin' year Got it in me to turn sheep goat I ran with the shepherds Little homie fell, but he tried Gotta grant him his effort How many of y'all ran wit the leopards? He lied (them nigga's lyin' man) Tigers don't dance in the desert, nigga