AZ – Everything is Everything Lyrics

Produced By: Darren Lighty & DJ Eddie F
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[Verse 1: AZ]
I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don
With the same wordplay that supplied the Qu'ran
Any stagnation, I rise beyond
Get it right, understand my ties are strong
From the streets where it all started, back in school
To the dough stackin' nigga started actin' fool
Used to be the loud type love to flash the jewels
Hit somethin' nice then broadcast the news
Bags of weed, used to slow drag the weed
Did it all in the hood, had to leave
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe
Short nigga what up, short to grab the 'vees
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
Returnin' like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them whores get cha
They're not fair

[Hook x2: Joe]
That's how we bump, that's how we bang
Shorty now we all up on them thangs
Play your part, play the game
And everything is everything

[Verse 2: AZ]
Truth is real, believe I take loot for real
It's the desperation in the dap, boost the wheel
Trucks and 20's, relax when them cups is in me
You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
Jeckyl 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 huggin' my cock
Frank furvase, a white cotton tank with shades
Taper fade, got a face that just ain't for braids
Been 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
With the O in the front, I know what you want
Believe, I'm sucka-free this one

[Hook x2]

[Bridge: Joe]
Bag up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, bust shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuck in your chain
And everything is everything

[Verse 3: AZ]
See time don't stop, and crime won't stop
So I won't stop 'til I'm sitting on top
'Til every home phone and cells get popped
And every hard top getting chopped 'til we drop
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
? fifty, come and smoke with me
Raise your cups in the clubs and toast with me
So small crispy, man I flow sippy
And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen
Back shots, ass in the air, best position

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook x2]

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