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    "All We Got Is Us" Lyrics


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    [Noreaga talking]
    Ya hot with this one dog!
    Show these niggas what I'm like
    Show these niggas I don't like
    Show these niggas what I'm like
    Show these niggas I don't like
    Show these niggas what I'm like
    Show these niggas I don't like
    Show these niggas what I'm like
    Show these niggas I don't like
    Show these niggas what I'm like
    Show these niggas I don't like

    Yo, yo, yo, yo
    I'm like Rich Porter, the epitome of Alpo
    AZ and Nicky Barnes, I rock sticky thumbs
    I chopped it, and I cooked till my hands got numb
    Shotguns malt-liquor and ones
    I used to pay homage and wanted to play to be a fat cat
    Someone like Castro, mad cash flow
    Me and 'Pone like the best in the business
    Niggas show love, hoes show interest
    My gun game - got my pops to blame
    I used to hop over fences and buck in the rain
    And I'm not that nigga that'll fuck ya dame
    I'm true to my niggas, hop out the car
    Hand on my mac, cock back, ready to clap
    Up in Iraq, see my niggas hustlin' crack
    The same scheme from Queens when you livin' your dreams
    You gotta sell things if you're looking for fiends

    I got love for niggas
    Niggas always snaky
    I got love for hoes
    Hoes always snaky
    I got love for cliqua
    Clique alwas snaky
    All we got is us
    All we got is us

    I know crips, yo crips even be in Iraq
    I know young bloods and niggas like O.G. Mack
    I dropped out in seventh grade and I knew I'd be straight
    I went O.T. and then I copped bricks for eight
    I cut black bitches off for at least three weeks
    I had Spanish hoes spittin nuts on the seats
    I see Jesus in my kids but it's silly to me
    How I see Him in them, don't see Him in me

    I blanks out, my nigga knight just hit the bricks
    I'm not a rapper, I sell alot of crack but spit
    Niggas that I'm cool with, I only keep a nigga hot
    Say I'm on some new shit, then I cock the pop
    The other side of the game, doin' fifty y'all
    I survived behind the wall and the feds for y'all
    Similar to "Hurricane," harassed half my life
    I got a right to flash my ice, crash the Vipe


    When everything goes sour, I got my dog
    I squeezed off went through the pound and locked my doors
    I'm not scared of your guns, I got shot before
    Niggas' jewels got little rocks like Arkansas
    I'm the, prophet of B.I.G., but never the next
    I'm the first in every verse spit shit get worse
    You can hate me, or wish I'd lie in a hearse
    Respect my game, who the best? Select my name
    I salute niggas in jail, I'm big as Latrell
    On the street, you need heat? Ask Dominican Will
    My cliqua's off the meter, we come gunnin' bullets
    whistle past your ear, like police in London
    We the best that ever did it, the rest never lived it
    Gettin' bucked at a bing-time, stressed on a visit
    I'm Y2K in a flesh, the future at it's best
    nevertheless I pop metal to death


    [Noreaga giving shout outs]
    Yeah! Dedicated to Rich Porter little brother,
    who died in the struggle and never got recognized for it!
    Dedicated to niggas like Phat Cap and Perry Mason!
    You know....
    You know how them niggas do! Tash and corn bread supreme!
    You know, E Money-Bags, Cameron Y.!
    Niggas that were gettin' money! That I was growin' up
    tryin' to be like!
    Ya smell me? Word up to all them gangster niggas!
    All them gangster niggas, man!
    All them gang bangin' niggas in L.A!
    All them niggas in Little Rock, Arkansas!
    Bang Bang, nigga! It's nothin'!
    I see y'all niggas, I feel your struggle!
    I went through it the same way!
    I'm still goin' through it the same way!
    I'm just a rapper now!
    People think I'm legit! But I do my shit!
    I still gotta hustle, I still gotta have bricks!
    But you know...
    Let's feed the kids, man! Yeah, let's feed the kids, man!
    Let's do this shit for the kids, man!
    I got a call right now (cell phone rings)!
    I'm a answer my call! But I'm a just say it like this:
    I do this for the gangstas, man! For the gangstas
    This song was submitted on November 15th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Chris Turek for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Kiam Holley, Lamont Porter, Lamont Juarez Porter, Victor Santiago.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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