All on Me lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


Common sense better tell you to grind and hustle
Hit the streets like a man, use your mind and muscle
We be all about the cream, living space age fantasies
Tryin to make my wallet green as a can of peas
We be them n*ggas, hoes brag they friends about
Tell them hoes how we beat that pus*y inside out
I love it when you give me head in the benz
Up and down swallow it, we gettin in the wind
Never bashing women just them hoes to be given
Headshots and what not to people for livin
Who am I? Just another MC murderer
Judge sentencing, all hip hop purgerers
To death make a noose with the mic cord
Hangin n*ggas from his feet till the blood starts
Drippin from his nose suffocating them weak hoes
Nobody warned you not to f*ck around with Primro
Suave affiliated n*gga, we get much respect
From n*ggas we check and all the checks we collect
Let me tell you about this Suave House Fam sh*t
The only n*ggas with that 4 1/2 gram sh*t
Give me the money and the hoes and the good weed
And the mic so I can practice killing MCs
Dark dreams still come back in full colour
Fire and thick smoke, chokin motherf*ckers
Hard pounded, the whizzle of the wind soundin
Like a woman screamin in a pool drownin
Am I insane from the frames givin to my brain
Eyes photographin all my people and their pain
Weak motherf*ckers loosin and twist the game
See some bullsh*t and blow out their own brain
Hospitilized arm full of iv'z
Motherf*ckers criticize and deny me
But who is the mad one? (who is the mad one)
Who is truely insane? (who is truely insane)
But who is the mad one? (who is the mad one)
Who is truely insane? (who is truely insane)
It's all on me, It's all on me
It's all on me, It's all on me
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