We All In

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild] Two-one-fifth, burners up, Killadale murderers We ain't never heard of ya, but y'all niggas heard of us Off the hook merciless, got 'em shook, got 'em nervous Operation Lockdown, got these rooks out of service Top Shelf, sippin' steady, soul snatcher, hit 'em heavy Toe-tag, this shit is deadly, they ain't proper with my Feddy Louisville slugger, swinger, razor-edge, cut a nigga Bottom-feeders under rivers, never comin' up again-uh Never eatin', barely breathin', never close, keep 'em reachin' Out of sight, out of mind, I don't even think I see 'em Same game, different lane, always gotta keep switchin' Rad Racer 3D, always fuckin' with your vision Worry 'bout what he do, what he did, what he didn't Fuck your life, I keep it thorough Pussies need to mind they business Work hard, hustle harder, I'mma always go and get it Beast rhymes and life flow and lyrics I am so committed [?] [Verse 2: Rah Digga] Super bitch swoop down, black cape, black boots Bust through the red tape, ponytail, tracksuit Doin' what I do best, New Heads, clueless Wanna test the waters, now they whole shoe wet Now they whole crew wet, make 'em all two-step Slide to the left, watch 'em shuffle like Cupid Uh! Your army is no match for mine We Masters of the Universe, I'm the Mastermind Voltron, I'm headin' em, wild beasts I'm pettin' 'em (Walsh) through your towns with Pharaohs and Veterans Dark Side breadin' 'em, Hollywood like Kevin Em [?] Lyricist Lounge then stroll down to Letterman [?] You say you in the buildin' but we levelin' They lookin' like Oh shit, who let the Devil in? Who got minutes on they soul, we need a reverend Ain't even get to see they kids so we bury them [Chorus: ?] The warning, the warning Proceed with caution The warning, the warning The warning We all in [Verse 3: Blacastan] Vividly my pen paint pictures of the struggle Born out the belly of the beast in the jungle Last year I broke grounds movin' in cashmere My man-son is your man, got bagged for eight years [?] 'round here, niggas don't brown-bag they beards OG's got gray hairs, but they still be out there Acceptin' street life as their permanent careers And of course – there's a lack of respect for the force The game is you gotta get paid by any cost The Bodega Gospel, coke in his nostril Foul like apostle, be damagin' Glocks [?] I'm that, the physical form of raw rap These rich niggas broke now, they fortunes got broke down Keep a chink on me just in case I gotta poke ground [?] Chamber a round, there's no time for jokes, clown Only Allah can judge me, fuck Joe Brown [Verse 4: Planetary] Same as it ever was, back like we left somethin' Blood on them Louie V apron's when I chef somethin' Cookin' with that (cooker tuck) beast niggas, look 'em up Leave the game shookin' up, tell your hooker hook it up Promoter niggas put us up the highest of them High Rises Take your team under, like Tombstone pile-drivers Use your own style, obviously I'm a (Pharaoh) [?] I'mma beat the child out'ya, till the bars out of vodka Till the game out of (stock) and yeah dawg, I'm out of pocket Let me show you how to lock it, lock, load, aim, cock it Live with this insane logic, yeah, that I'm Gods Prophet But I take God if it profits, man my brain toxic I can get the game poppin' while I get the bottles poppin' All I do is dumb shots, fuck ice, not a option Had to call (Ride or Rock) I'm (dop black) the block is shot Dump it off like John Stockin' (?) – Argh, I'm a fuckin' Goblin [Chorus/Outro: ?] The warning, the warning Proceed with caution The warning, the warning The warning We all in