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Versuri All City - The Actual
Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera A > Versuri All City > The Actual 12 - The ActualNo...no doubt baby... All City CREW... 
 Ready to flip shit, comin' through with the crew" (4x) 
 Yeah, what, uh 
 Like that how we do 
 The N-Y 
 Bed-Stuy 
 Brooklyn 
 Verse 1: 
 Check it 
 For you to fuck with this apostle, it's not possible 
 Mega large collossal nigga you docile 
 And I sizable play me close and I'll ox you 
 That's only logical cause I'm fact, you costume 
 Now who da obstacle? 
 Throw basic, watch me blaze shit, The All's faced it 
 It's natural for champs to hate shit 
 Plenty cases, some anonymous, age m-i-n-t, 
 with a diamond glist, like jewelery 
 You hold on, you'll see, if it kill me 
 All City, bound to be rich, without the filthy 
 My players skillt me, your glares don't tilt me 
 My pops def' built to the point 
 I'm not moved by no thing 
 Man or material, crime without the serial 
 never been inside, unless it was a V.I. 
 Although they got plans to knock me 
 I feel 'em watchin' me, eyein' the city while we monopoly 
 The game is hot to me, but I play to win "CREW" 
 "No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...don't get it wrong... 
 comin' through with the crew...No...no doubt baby... All City CREW... 
 Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew...." (4x) 
 Verse 2: 
 Yo, yo, yo 
 We the forever livin', there's no beginnin' or endin' 
 All City's The Actual, y'all niggas is pretendin' 
 In jeans and linen, I will attract the flyest women 
 My waves stay spinnin', and not a dime of mine they spendin' 
 That's pimpin' tradition, play Sony in the Expedition 
 Play your position, who wandered with my coalition 
 we boa constricted, gettin' so many splits it's sickenin' 
 Lyrically stick ya, every pedestrians a victim 
 I gotta addiction, to marijuana and the Henny 
 Brooklyn send me, we break bread and convert pennies into major 
  dollars 
 We lock jaws like rottweilers, duck tapin' your mouth 
 so they can't here you hollar, you held for hostage, 
 now we informed ya niggas, the ransom is handsome 
 seven digit figures, and some, while back at the mansion 
 we light up the Branson, and write hot shit to leave you dancin' 
 as we advance on through, All City "CREW" 
 "Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew... 
 No...no doubt baby... All City CREW...don't get it wrong... 
 comin' through with the crew...No...no doubt baby... All City CREW... 
 Ready to flip shit, comin' through with crew....No...no doubt baby... 
 All City CREW...don't get it wrong...comin' through (echoes)" 
 Verse 3: 
 For this dough yo, the mega flowin' coastal 
 Plan to be the next mogul, through rap vocal 
 No love if I don't know you, fam is so few 
 N-Y streets I flow through, layin low dope, like I'm suppost to 
 Till I'm boku, in the gold coupe, the city wanna whole Lou 
 You couldn't go through, platinum medallion with the opal 
 Swingin' low true, you fugazi, yo shit's shaky, made you shady 
 The mega psalms hades, never play thee, 
 put in work till shit's gravy, move greatly, up in the grey V-12 
 puffin the hazy, eyes lazy, thoughts paisley 
 me and my shorty from Baisley, All City raise due 
 new ones to follow, chrome nozzle, we spit things that leave you 
 hollow 
 sophisticato, strictly for the cargo, gems sparkle, new wave 
 El DeMarco, I play my part though, the city hot though "CREW" 
 "don't get it wrong...comin' through with the crew..." 
 Verse 4: 
 Yo, I'm certified raw, you heard of me before 
 Verbally I'm bringin war to those who wanna murder me 
 Put ya niggas servin' me, King put 'em through surgery 
 Had you on a respirator in state of emergency 
 Rob you for your currency, y'all worry me not 
 Blast a shot and watch you faggot niggas scurry from spot 
 I play the devils advocate play me sideways I ain't havin' it 
 you rather get mauled by attack dogs, thats havin' this 
 you can't fathom this, when in the presence of the fabulous 
 rap attackin' this, fly at niggas with the rapidness 
 who 'bout to clap at this, we at the top of our rank 
 Your shit is juvenile compared to my style you shootin' blanks 
 Behold this metropolis, gold, throw ya hands in 
 Me and my mans'n, we explodin' like loose cannons 
 Lace you quick with the basic wit, Tiger like Asics 
 Theatrical niggas be tryin' to play sick, stay awake kid... 
 "All City Crew
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