D.I.T.C. - All Luv lyrics

Welcome to the world of Joe
Flooded with thugs and hoes
Real niggas, drug dealers
With villas in the Strolls
Lexus and Rolls parked in twenty-car garages
Living the largest
With Oriental massages in 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
Foreign cars, bitches, and triple beams
I fiend for cash, fat pieces of ass
Never giving a fuck, get your shit laced up
The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes
On news prime: gangster rapper goes
Nuts and wounds nine joey Crack's the rock
Known for packing Macs and Glocks
Stay away from Little Puppet cause
His ass is hot


Shot, in the middle of the street
Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty
Is only skin deep

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
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's Beethoven, 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, ah yeah so get stepping
Make hit records off of
Loops that's six seconds
No question the cash tipper, the ass whipper
Need a chick that can hang
Fuck 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 Chris Childs

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 bitches
Niggas on the Island rock 150 stitches

Yo my cash flow don't get low
It just 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 with gold on
Cats who act rah rah will
Catch a jim star scar
Punks who fake the funk don't get far, pah
Me and my clan parlay sipping Grand Marnier
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 kid)
I didn't fuck that nigga

We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weed
Been ripping shit since the late 80's
So what you need? Not scared to fall
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?"
Woe the the bloody city, Babylon will
Die in it's inequities, project overkill
See me in the future shining
Gold with diamonds
A nigga been used to climbing, my whole life
That's a trademark, 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 unretrievable
Like nuclear missles, cause meant it
Now it's time to lace this
Resort to the basics
Niggas get rushed just because
Hush and don't say shit