All World

[Big Pokey] It's a bunch of niggas, 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 nigga folding, it's not a discussion Ask yourself this question, what's colder than Dina It's a bunch of money on my den, fuck 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 bitch, 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 pussy get fucked Like a call girl, bout to fold it like a tall world Fuck what they say-a, dog I'm some'ing like a playa Bitches know me everywhere, motherfucker 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 fucked up, gave me life again MJ when I point em out, I want em all dead men It's the Don, but every nigga 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 fucking with me I'm all world, imagine just starving my baby girls Niggas ain't ready, I'ma let the K hurl You done fucked 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 cock-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 biatch [Chris Ward] It's the M.O.B., H-O double G S.U.C., raw ass nigga I'm that ghetto ass, gutter gangsta Gritty, Y.S.P. ass nigga 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 nigga, stamp signed and sealed Bout to let these niggas know, that I grind for scrill All these niggas 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 nigga 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 butterscotch, and the guts is caine All these motherfuckers asking, what's my name It's C. Ward motherfucker, 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, motherfuck the fame nigga [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 Fuck a punchline, I'm throwing hate back like jabs Knocking fake slim niggas, off the motherfucking slab Hate nigga 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, bitch niggas 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 bitch niggas know the song Me and Mike D, sipping purple and Patrone Back back yep, in a 300 M's Black, with the motherfucking all black rims Known for serving fiends, straight dropping screens These devils trying to clip my wings, call me Constantine Bitch I be a pimp, I ain't slowing down It's E and the Boss Hogg, bitch we hold it down Yeah bitch niggas, you niggas 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 nigga in here, Lil' 3rd Bout to wreck this bitch [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 niggas 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 niggas not notarized Tails stuck in they ass, when a nigga get notified Fuck squashing the beef, cause Lil' 3rd fa sho to ride That boy hunt pump shit, 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 nigga 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 suckers 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 niggas bye-bye I'm so for real with the skills, equipped and ready to kill You flip like floozies in heels, rat and roaches catching steel