All Out

I'm rough, when the going gets tough I never give up If you survive where we grew up, then that was luck But this rap shit is in my heart to the core Even the Lord can't stop me, this is what I am made for Always had to struggle, shit is hard In fact, my whole age (two decades) and add four years to that But hard work is the answer Black like a panther, staying on my toes like a ballet dancer I'm a pay the cost to be the boss Look at these hoes bouncing, with their chicken heads cut off I stay focus, and I hope this dedication (No I know this dedication pays off) That other shit is bogus Giving it what I got, I won't fall Cause my all is success, so yes yes y'all [Hook] I'm a give it my all, cause this is all that I got, plus (If I wasn't nice, motherfucker I wouldn't be here) You hope that we fall, you scheme and plot, but (If I wasn't nice, motherfucker I wouldn't be here) Rough is how they want it, so here it comes All sons get silent, I'm getting violent with these drums Mum's the word, you heard us in action A lot of stars are missing (niggas are relaxing) But Show gets ill with his street skills I put raps on tracks that's so real that my peeps feel I got to make it, blues ain't what I choose Can't stand to lose and a lot more to prove So truly, to go through me, you must face me Try to erase me, you'd better bring your toolie Any platform or stage I stand on Fans stand up with their hands up because the man's on [Hook] Pardon, while I barge on your squadron The Eighth Wonder, while you stay in hunger, ideas be starving You'll get ate like food for thought Take these melodies, we gonna bring the truth, fuck the court Cause I'm hot like hot sauce Juice like Mott's, when I stop, that's when you get your rocks off (Wack?) That's a rumor (In fact) It's humor Show & A shines, stay on your mind like a brain tumor Here's the facts, Show got the best tracks Foes that shitted, they gots to get it from the back We attract the rough and rowdy Got 'em bottom of the ninth, time for the rally I'm a genius, mics are stamped on my birth Cover your girl, and be forth God, if that's your Earth You'd better burst, been deep since you heard me speak Had knowledge of self since ?Anna Ford? had his belts From the place where this rap shit originated I play it cool like a dairy, so just hear me and refridgerate it Whoever sleep, I'm a get 'em From the cradle to the grave I'm just a slave to the rhythm [Hook]