Trick-trick - All Around The World lyrics

[Intro: Trick Trick] Okay, hip-hop might be in a state of emergency But you can't really blame the artists Don't point the finger, y'knowmsayin? Let's do what we do, let them do what they do They all sayin the same sh** anyway Let's do what we wanna do Trick Trick, Royce 5'9" [Verse 1: Trick Trick] Done all types of dirt all across the world And all kind of shows for you boys and girls (heyyy!) High schools to shows of nothin but old folks G.D.'s, blue rags, red rags and [?] Detroit to L.A., B-Ham to Jersey Atlanta to B.K., A-Z to V-A Now I done seen some strange sh** But all around the world homeboy it's the same sh** I'll tell you this; ain't got a gang of crews on these blocks (so what?) Heard it's a pretty b**h just itchin to get knocked (so what?) Lines of broads at these shows (so what?) With backstage pa**es and wantin to be chose (so what?) Everybody wanna be better than the next It's the same everybody claimin they better than the rest (oooh) Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot Everybody sell dope - WHO DON'T? [Hook] Al around the world (it's the same old song homie) Round and round we go (yeah) Al around the world (it's just the same old song homie) Round and round we go (yep) [Verse 2:Trick Trick] Yessir Uh; can we get a moment to reflect On the music that we distributin and tryin to eject? Yep, your sounds ain't goin down (so) Blame it on downloads but it's the same old sound Everybody is a k**er, man go and tell the truth! Most of y'all ain't k**ers 'til your a** in the booth Take a look in the mirror and be honest with yo'self You got a guap on records off another n***a's wealth Truth hurt, don't it? You think you ain't special enough? With some people to listen to you so you makin it tough At a show you too hard to throw your Goddamn hands up While I'm at it, man pull yo' Goddamn pants up! In real life in the joint if you sad You belong to a man and yo' a** is a f*g (ooooh) I ain't mad at n***as changin the game Cause the world is lookin at us like we all the same, so [Hook] [Verse 3:Royce Da 5'9"] My n***a I got you! I got you, don't worry about it Yeah, yeah b**h please, get lost, I get big cheese Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas Pick a place, any place I done been through it, pick a state, any state And if you ain't geographically inclined You can get the globe and you can pick a shape, any shape Heh, where you from? I could care less I'm fearless, I'll show you so you will know it's real Cause once the K's get to tearin whole blocks up Like (blam blam blam) now you from Cloverfield I just look like this, I do it just to get the kitty cat I'm bringin n***as that look pretty back And while I'm at it I'm bringin Detroit city back Holla when you land, I'll take you to where the titties at (Titties at) You lil' n***as is lame Put the tobacco back in the blunt, you spittin the same We goin [Hook] [Outro: Trick Trick] Go on mayne, hip-hop ain't dead homie... I like that dawg That's some real sh**... Hehehe, you just thumpin' the hell out that ba**, ain't ya? [Laughter]