Представляем точный текст композиции "All Out On My Own" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyheim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «All Out On My Own» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyheim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyheim - "All Out On My Own"
Lyrics to All Out On My Own : (feat. Squig) [Shyheim] Yo, what the deal' Criminals, what up' Were not born were created From the streets And this goes out to all my thugs, criminals, ballers, hustlers Big up to self, Big up to self Get y'all weight up No diggity, No doubt G.P. Wu, Yo drop my shit right now I gotta get my weight up Fuck eight balls Im flippin kilos Did dirt so now I lay low from street foes Broke niggas and bitches wanna take what I got Tell the jakes about my spots They mad cuz I make a lot From Monday through Sunday I see about a million Run with thugs thats down for killin, civilians Im thug related, pack nuff heat, they call me fire Niggas fear my verbal technique cuz Im Kaiser So say I represent the ghetto worldwide Bust techs, puff lye From A to Zs Doe or Die Fuck around and get lifted off this Earth Take my word for what its worth I put that on the turf [Chorus x2: Shyheim (Squig)] Im all out on my own, Im goin out son Im all out on my own, Im goin out (dun) Im all out on my own, Im goin out (Like Patty LaBelle said Im out on my own) [Shyheim] Im all out on my own like Al Capone Cuz niggas want my dome, so I pack a 4 lb. chrome Stash it near my nuts in the front But keep it in arm distance cuz Im gonna have to bust The first victim that comes too close to me and shit My clips packed up thick legit and victed To go to war at any given time I gotta protect me and mine Before the damn flat line Im still young but Im growin up mad fast Treated like trash and dumped out on my ass No one understands me but me Nobody cares about how I feel but me So what I gotta do is do for me I wonder how that be goin all out for me I got mad problems but I try to deal wit em I wish that I could fight em And shoot the fear one wit em But the devil keeps on hawkin me My soul he wantin G But that shit I cant see [Chorus x2] [Shyheim] I had many dreams of being a star in the NBA But they got thrown away when I saw them slingin yay I put the ball down, picked the ounce up, then I read up Now Im 200 Gs up and on my uptown To meet up with these big druglords from Cuba I dont trust em like a chickenhead so Im bring the luger And my 19-9-6 shot beamer Flying on the West Side highway, thats when I seen her Van full of jiggy Oh now they wanna get me At full pushin 80 max while Im hittin the buck 50 Niggas know Dig me blazin the la-la The weed keep me zoned word to Taiwana K-basa baby, you know who loves you girl Young wild thugs we rule the world [Chorus x2] [Shyheim (Squig)] Yea, Uh, Id like to give a mad big up (No doubt, represent) Respect to the 2 Cent click B-I, my man Ty motha fuckin D (What up Ski') One time, Squig, word up, Vin-cent Redman, Rubba-Rubba-Rubbabandz Hah hah, and it, and it dont stop [ All Out On My Own Lyrics ]
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