ALC Theme

You know what that is? Oh, that's that ALC shit Yup That A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C straight Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' street A status never caught a L looking you can see Baggin' bitches give a hell, cause I got the G-A-level chiba When I'm over, I'm the T-Roof, when I spit it out in the B-Oof I get loose off the Grey Goose, mixed with the J-Oops I be W-Allen, nobody smilin', rep the W-S-Coach, New York to Long Island You can T-L from the J-Ump, I ain't a P-Ump I was raised off a P-Funk, gettin' blazed and debunked I'm C-Razy, little threats don't P-H-A's me Pop raised me to step up to any chump that plays me Fuck dry snitchin', droppin' D-Omp to the C-Ops It's T-Omn and D-Rop, that classic street hop Like C4, blow the P-Lase, the D-A, gotta throw out the case Cause I blew the spot without a T-Race There's no S-Toppin', I keep it poppin' Keep wreckin' C-Hoppin' like bird shit, I keep D-Roppin' Play the sideline, W-Watchin' and C-Lockin' Cause it's my time, nobody stoppin' the B-Lockin' I keep it poppin' type of shit you don't see often I G-Off until I'm rustin' in a C-Offin' Yeah! Until then, nothin' can stop how we do it To the motherfuckin', to the fuckin' Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' Status never caught up, lookin' you cause Baggin' bitches, give them hell, cause I got the G-A K-G-R comin' with fully lowered C-Lips Bangin' like the C-Rips, mokin' for hollow T-Ips Delay you in your C-Rips, the G-Rips shit for the G-Rips Niggas strictly about a C-Hips Yappin' your scratchin' back, use a B-Hips Bajaj can't do shit like that Bajaj can't do shit like that Bajaj can't do shit like that Bajaj can't do shit like that Bajaj can't do shit like that Sensitive little C-Lips It's K-G-R, run up on the C-R, can spark back For metal J-Actors, niggas spit them all at me Never leave these parts without S-T-R-A-V-I-N-G See me par, you gonna need C-P-R-A-C-I-O-N I be somewhere far, niggas C-A-R-D-A-S-H-I-N For the C-Header, Duke and P-H-D-C-L-E-V-E-R Hear me bang better than B-A-Redders With Don P-C-N-Devors and V-8-R-E-V-E-R And I bet you would love to put them under D-8 pressure But you can lay it on the P-8, dramatic stretcher Kinetic energy in this P-89, a stretcher I bet you this shit won't be a big F-E-S-T-R Niggas better strap an Army V-S-T-R Or get they C-H-E-S-T messed up It's a gun, son, it's a gun A to the motherfuckin' L to the fuckin' C-Straight Fire from the depths of hell to the fuckin' Street A Status never caught a L, lookin' you cause C-State Baggin' bitches, give them hell cause I got the G-State A, level Chiba in the L, when I'm over C C-A-L-L The Alchemist Slayer The Alchemist Slayer What is this stupid shit? Yo, oh, look at this Who's he? Alchemist PC Dude kiss Push it to your clips Snoop Dogg Okay