The A.L.L.

Lyrics
[Chorus] Yeah, all man pon deck Arm, leg, leg, uh-huh, leg, leg Yeah, see it, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, it's time All man pon deck, yeah Arm, leg, leg, leg, leg, yeah [Verse 1:Steele] The god, Allah Akbar, the bars (??) molotov ya squad Peep the science, knowledge the wisdom Do the math, multiplication, adding division The vision, no false images thoughts vivid You talk timid, no sense bitching, get caught slipping These black cats got rappers acting suspicious Don't cross paths, send your ass to the mortician Listen, arms, threats One call war vets, all man pon deck, yeah The arm, leg, leg No guns, let's kill 'em with the bars instead Attended school, deceptive rules, that's con ed The mob gets it on more or less for bread The lessons , all bread, my soldiers that all bled Endured sweat and pain to see that we all fed [Chorus] Yeah, all man pon deck Yeah, it's the arm, leg, leg, uh-huh, uh-huh All, yeah, see it, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, it's time, it's time All man pon deck, yeah Arm, leg, leg, leg, leg, yeah It's all of us, boy Uh [Verse 2:Tek] Late night, early mornings kneeling making fajr Praying for the blessing in the name of the Father It ain't easy but I'm tryna keep my soul clean Leave negativity alone, stay on Deen 'Cause the streets is on fire, devil is a liar He in the market, a seller and a buyer It's sorta like supply and demand 'Cause don't no woman want no broke man But the battle, it gets heavy daily I take heed to the op, what he tryna tell me This ain't the place that I wanna be He wouldn't wish jail on his worse enemy 22 in, 48 left to bid By the time he come home, he'll be 86 My son is friends with his son Can't let them grow up repeating what we done [Chorus] Yeah, all man pon deck Yeah, it's the arm, leg, leg, uh-huh, uh-huh All, yeah, see it, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, it's time, it's time All man pon deck, yeah Arm, leg, leg, leg, leg, yeah It's all of us, boy Uh
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Credits
- Writers
- Steele
- Tek