Fat Joe - About All That lyrics

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Fat Joe - About All That lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Young desperado, straight out the grotto I'm so bad, my shadow chooses not to follow Little n***a, but see me as a f**in' rhino Lil Weezy hit this b**h like Rocky Marciano It's a drought ain't it? How the f** would I know? n***a, I've been getting my share in like Sonny Bono I ran the streets... check my bio I started high with two O's just like Ohio I'm f**in' nuts; cashews But I'm so DC like fat shoes I skate away, like "Later dudes" Never get caught, baby, I'm mashed potato smooth And just when it stopped, I made it move Respect me n***a I'm a dog; no Asian food I wet up the party, so have a bathin' suit And daisy dukes you b**h a** n***a [Hook - Lil Wayne] Keep talking that sh** that you talking And we gone have to get into some gangsta sh** My n***a... keep talking that sh** that you talking And we gone have to get into some gangsta sh** My n***a... Cause you ain't really even 'bout all that You ain't really even 'bout all that And don't you forget.. I know ya, you ain't 'bout all that You ain't never been about all that... fall back [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] n***as must want Joey to lean on 'em Flash the binky, splash his dreams on 'em Let 'em sleep on it, it's nothing to Crack Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs Yeah Weezy homie's got your back, whether raps or macks Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT! n***a... them muhf**as is broke like them levees And we done sold so much dope ain't sh** you tell me n***a... how you want it huh coke or dog food? My sh**'ll have you running naked like an old school And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it, and you ain't ridin' on me Unless ya got a whole f**in' suicidal army And I'm a rider homie, and you can find it on me That 40 cal'll get your shirt picture ironed on it This sh** is funny to me All these n***as wanting war but they runnin' from me... Crack! [Hook - Lil Wayne] [Verse 3 - Birdman] I had 'em as lil' n***as, raised 'em 'round real n***as Poppin' bottles f**in' with them b**hes n***a Made money to the ceiling, me and my young n***a chilling I'm in the streets, hustling, getting money n***a Changed all my new shoes n***a, got some new tools n***a got some more j**els, we was getting money And ain't nothing ever changed, still doing the thang Still getting money, still spending change We hustling from Sunday to Sunday And we grinding everyday like the money ain't coming n***a... yeah we riding woodgrains and minks Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thing I hate the law for what they done did they broke in n***as cribs Wish I woulda caught 'em Idda split they f**in' wig 3rd Ward let me claim my fame I put it down, Uptown, I'mma do my thang believe that [Hook - Lil Wayne]

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