All I Got

[Intro]x2 Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches [Verse 1: Styles P] I got a couple of niggas that’ll drop yo body Ridin in Ferraris and Maseratis Suits in Dubai and Abu Dabi Catch em at the juice bar guzzling baji They can chef it up like Emeril Lagasse A game when daddy can’t play them posse Martini and Rossi, asti spumante You doin the science, I’m a giant just like Andre Talk about washin the money like it was laundry Probably smoking a blunt, sippin upon a Don P Now all these whack rappers is beyond me And the fact they think they nice; that alarms me But like alchemist I smoke calmly The army couldn’t harm me Kill yourself before you ever think to bomb me Yea boss of the boss, nigga Don P [Hook] Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably -I got upmost respect everywhere I go Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches -I got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo! Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably -I get saluted by the people when I’m on my block Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches -I ain’t got it all but I’m good with all I got [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I got some wild Albanians that come through the block In some slippers and a jumpsuit and lift off yo top All maple on the shifter,Armagnac up in the snifter Catch me in the 5 with the Shiksa Leather vest with the patches all embroided I tuck Jackie with the soy milk Mad ginger before I rap, bunch of joints like a bat rack You warm pussy and it’s time to take a cat nap Smoke the catnip, fiends rip the plastic Hookers getting bread, no G waste band elastic Talkin business in the bath house Hilfiger hats rockin stack house The crib look like Shaq house Uh, sharp foot like i'm John Bones Jones, kid Tomahawke chop, red bone in Grab yo bitch, lay nuts on the ho chin Only thing for me to do is go in [Hook] Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably I got upmost respect everywhere I go Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches I got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo! Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably I get saluted by the people when I’m on my block Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches I ain’t got it all but I’m good with all I got [Verse 3: Styles P] I got a couple of niggas that’ll smoke yo boots Ridin on a train, know they flew in the hoop Probably in the projects or most of the stoops You can see em in the juice bar gulping the juice Motherfuckers will shoot like they playin for doop Deuces wild get the bricks, throw em off of the roof Crack pack and yo sneakers are boots With a gun on yo waist Keep it movin when police in pursuit I’m out here in the Jeep ball coupe About that life If you ain’t, I ain’t speakin to you About that mic, SP a beast in the booth Like I’m indian, I’m the fuckin chief in the booth Know the difference between a sheep and a wolf Trade deuce dues dues You don’t wanna talk shit to a bull Get yo higher than the first blunt, head in the pool If your automatics are semi, get a full wuddup? [Hook] Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably I got upmost respect everywhere I go Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches I got love from my fans when they hear my flow, yo! Yo I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably I get saluted by the people when I’m on my block Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches I ain’t got it all but I’m good with all I got