About All That (feat. Fat Joe)

Yeah, like father, like son

Got Joey Crack round with us this time

I smell murder

You know

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And I got 'em

Look, young desperado, straight out the grotto

I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow

Little ****, but see me as a fuckin' rhino

Lil Weezy, hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano

It's a drought, ain't it?

How the fuck would I know?

****, I've been gettin' my share like Sonny Bono

I ran the streets, check my bio

I started high with two O's just like Ohio

I'm fuckin' nuts, cashews

But I'm so DC like fat shoes

I skate away like, "Later, dudes"

Never get caught, baby, I'm mashed potato smooth

And just when it stopped, I made it move

Respect me, ****, I'm a dog, no asian food

I wet up the party, so have a bathin' suit

And daisy dukes, you bitch ass ****

My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My ****, 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that

You ain't even really bout all that

Now don't you forget, I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that

You ain't never been about all that, fall back

**** must want Joey to lean on 'em

Flash the blinky, splash his dreams on 'em

Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothing to Crack

Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs

Yeah, Weezy, homies got your back, whether raps or macks

Either way, they both spit like

****, the muhfuckas is broke like them lefties

And we just sold so much dope, ain't shit, you tell me

****, how you want it, huh? Coke or dog food?

My shit'll have you runnin' naked like in Old School

And yeah, we bout it, bout it, and you ain't ridin' on me

Unless you got a whole fuckin' suicidal army

And I'm a rider, homie, and you can find it on me

That forty cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it

This shit is funny to me

All these **** wanting war, but they runnin' from me, crack

My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My ****, 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that

You ain't even really bout all that

And don't you forget, I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that

You ain't never been about all that, fall back

Yeah, ****, I had 'em as little ****, raised 'em round real ****

Poppin' bottles, fuckin' with them bitches, ****

Made money to the ceiling, me and my young **** chillin'

I'm in the streets, hustlin', gettin' money, ****

Changed all my new shoes, ****, got some new tools, ****

Got some new jewels, we was gettin' money

And ain't nothin' ever changed, still doin' the thang

Still gettin' money, still spendin' change

We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday

And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'

****, yeah, we ridin' woodgrains and minks

Got the dope in the Hummer, cold case for that thing

I hate the law for what they done did, they broke in **** cribs

Wish I woulda caught 'em, I'd have split they fuckin' wig

3rd Ward, let me claim my fame

I put it down, Uptown, I'ma do my thang, believe me

My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My ****, keep talkin' that shit that you talkin'

And we gon' have to get into some gangsta shit

My ****, 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that

You ain't even really bout all that

And don't you forget, I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that

You ain't never been about all that, fall back