All Luv lyrics

Artist  : D.i.t.c. 
Song : All Luv



 Send "All Luv" Ringtone to your Cell 

 featuring  Fat Joe, Lord Finesse, Big L, A.G.

[Fat Joe]
Welcome to the world of Joe, flooded with thugs
and hoes
Real niggas, drug dealers, with villas in the
show
??? parked in twenty-car garages
Living the largest, with ??? garbage
Shit, I get down for mine
Terror Squad run things in any town you can find
New York, New York, big city of dreams
Where there's nothing but for car bit*hes and ???
Say for cash, fat pieces of hash
Never giving a f**k, get your sh*t laced up
The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes
On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and
won't sign
Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and
glocks
Stay away from Little Pub cause his stacks is hot
Shot, in the middle of the street
Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin
deep

[Lord Finesse]
While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying
dames
The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans
You know our names, we don't play jokes
You niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed
to, that's for gay folks
You stay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling
Rap a token, exploding, my game's golden
Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare
Roll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain't
nothing sweet here
Keep clear, outta here so keep stepping
Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds
No question the cash tipper, the as* whipper
Need a chick I can hang with, f**k you broads
that wear glass slippers
Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me?
Finesse is among the stars like astrology
Greater knowledge, G, shit's wild, I flip styles
On the mile, let me pass it off like Crystal

[Fat Joe]
Yo it's all love, thug niggas and all of the
above
Drug dealers, killer, niggas at the Player's Club
 
Young ladies, sisters, rump shaking bit*hes
Niggas on the Island rock 150 stitches           
(Repeat 2x)

[Big L]
Yo my cash flow don't get low, this jet increase
And whoever tries to take mine will rest in peace
Keep a stone look, peace to every known crook
Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own
and come home shook
So hold on and prepare to get rolled on
My crew robs every fag that walks through the
Boneyard
Cats who act rah rah will catch a jim star
So those who fake the funk don't get far, pah
Me and my clan parlay sipping Grand Marlet
At a party at the bar is where we stand all day
In '97 I'm bubbling, no more stuggling
If I fall, it's back to selling drugs again and
busting slugs in men
No doubt, you know what I'm about
The last slouch that walked through my block
didn't make it out
Because I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that
nigga
(I felt sorry for that nigga) I give a f**k, that
nigga

[A.G.]
We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weed
Been ripping sh*t since the late 80's, so what
you need?
I was here before, that's why I rise and stand
tall
And send y'all back to the wall like I'm Darryl
Straw
The truth is, don't give a damn if you're
ruthless
Make it happen, I look at platinum niggas like
'Who's this?'
Word the the bloody city, Babylon will
Die in inequities, project overkill
Be in the future shining, gold with diamonds
The nigga been used to climbing, my whole life
Straight more, if it ain't rough, it ain't right
We bring the heat, all you do is bark, we bite
I'm authentic, and once I send it, it's
unretrievalbe
Like nuclear missles, I meant it, now it's time
to lace this
Off to the faceless
Niggas get brushed up and ??? and face it