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