You’re All Alone The Madd Rapper (Ft. Picasso Black)
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[Intro: Madd Rapper]
Yo, you better watch your back out here, boy. You never know who's gonna get chu. It could be someone in your face everyday, you know what I'm sayin'? Smilin' and grinnin', you know what I'm sayin'? Word up
[Chorus: Madd Rapper]
You all alone, you all alone
You all alone in these streets
You all alone, you all alone
You all alone in these streets
You all alone, you all alone
Betta keep ya eyes open and ya hands on the chrome
[Verse 1: Picasso Black]
Nigga crazy cat about to blow dis, get rich and stay lowest
Laid in the cut but ya'll bitches still know this
When it comes to chips, you know my niggas stay focused
What I mean, We gotta eat, ain't nuthin' sweat with that broke shit
Gotta stack it all now, so we can creep
Blowin' smoke out the door now, boat by the shore now
I'd rather use my mind first, Instead of slugs
Hittin' niggas when the nine burst, nine bodies and nine hearse
Nine funerals all held in the same church
Thinkin' it's gonna get better but dog it only get worse
Never seen success in my life, son that shit hurt
Possessed by the demons at night, shit I've been cursed
For all my niggas holdin' it down, smokin' the pund
Keep ya gun close and keep low to the ground
There is a lotta unfamiliar faces roamin' around
And I won't be satisfied until they low underground
Yo, you better watch your back out here, boy. You never know who's gonna get chu. It could be someone in your face everyday, you know what I'm sayin'? Smilin' and grinnin', you know what I'm sayin'? Word up
[Chorus: Madd Rapper]
You all alone, you all alone
You all alone in these streets
You all alone, you all alone
You all alone in these streets
You all alone, you all alone
Betta keep ya eyes open and ya hands on the chrome
[Verse 1: Picasso Black]
Nigga crazy cat about to blow dis, get rich and stay lowest
Laid in the cut but ya'll bitches still know this
When it comes to chips, you know my niggas stay focused
What I mean, We gotta eat, ain't nuthin' sweat with that broke shit
Gotta stack it all now, so we can creep
Blowin' smoke out the door now, boat by the shore now
I'd rather use my mind first, Instead of slugs
Hittin' niggas when the nine burst, nine bodies and nine hearse
Nine funerals all held in the same church
Thinkin' it's gonna get better but dog it only get worse
Never seen success in my life, son that shit hurt
Possessed by the demons at night, shit I've been cursed
For all my niggas holdin' it down, smokin' the pund
Keep ya gun close and keep low to the ground
There is a lotta unfamiliar faces roamin' around
And I won't be satisfied until they low underground
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