Il testo della Everything is everything

(joe)
Aiyyo, we veterans now,
Az, az
And j-o-e

(az)
I'm back, no belve, just bottles of dom
With the same word play that supplied the quaran
Any stagnation, i rise beyond
Get it right, understand my ties are strong
From the streets where it all started, back in school
Til the dough stacking niggas started actin' fool
Used to be the loud type, love to flash the jewels
Hit something nice then broadcast the news,
Bags of weed, used to slow drag the weed
Did it all in the hood, had to leave
Asthmatic, yes i had to breathe
Short nigga with ups, too short to grab the re's (rebounds)
Vested for a few winters, rejuvenated
Returning like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor,
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let that force get cha,
They not fair

(joe)
(chorus) 2x

That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Show them how we al up in them thangs,
Play your part, play the game
Everything's everything

(az)
Truth this real, believe i take loot for real
It's the desperation in it that boosts the will
Trucks on 20's, relaxed when them cups is in me
You can catch me at justin's or up in jimmy's
Jekyll and hyde, the real never wrestle with pride
If you live, that's the only way i let you inside
Love it or not, thrive off the love of the block
See me solo in a photo, hands hugging my cock
Frank verveis, a white cotton tank with shades
Take a raise, got a face that just aim for praise
Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six,
Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick
It's just me, besides i'm just a g
Wit the o in the front, i know what you want
Believe... i'm sucka-free

(chorus) 2x

(joe)
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, bust shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuck in the chain
Everything's everything

(az)
See time don't stop, and crime won't stop
So i won't stop til i'm sittin' on top,
To every home phones and the cells get blocked,
And every hard top get chop til it drop
If the streets don't get us, the beats gon' get us
Pray to the lord they don't hit us,
I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky
Optimo/s strictly, come and smoke with me
Raise you cups in the clubs and toast with me,
Sos the most crispy, man i flow sickly
And to ???????, play chef in the kitchen
Back shots, ass in the air, best position

(joe)
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Everybody do your thang

(chorus) 2x

(joe)
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, bust shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuck in the chain
Everything's everything

(chorus and joe's verse) til music fade