Artist: Alex Dimez Album: Twenty Dimez Song: All Out Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Chorus] Fat stacks, thick thigh chicks is what we hold out Ridin clean, puffin on green is what we know 'bout Trials and tribulations of life, is what we flow about Young God, go hard, and I'm goin all out [Alex Dimez] I'm always down for a collision cause I'm tossin like dumpling A brother like me stays four-five dumping Smugglin jacks across enemy lines Niggaz love to hate, and still get bigged up all the time I'm Alex Dimez, a young God but popular for my grime Get to know me through rhyme when I'm massagin your mind Watch you get hypnotized by each one of my lines Like when the shotgun pellets all be touchin your spine Everything that you touchin is mine so hands off Before I gotta prove to the world that your man soft Bitch niggaz runnin they mouth and that's all Most don't know the true meaning of what's raw Keep bumpin your gums, I'm crackin your jaw Better yet I'm dumpin the four and breakin the law See the God on his grind on the streets and in malls Put my hand in every pot big and small, I'm 'posed to do this Shorty spit ruthless, recognize who the truth is... ... big and small, I'm 'posed to do this Shorty spit ruthless, recognize who the truth is [Chorus] [Alex Dimez] Back to the rules I originally came with And still makin moves with, just entertainment Grooves in the sidewalk, Henny in my veins Love's in my heart, I got weed in my brain Right from the start kid I always stay the same Niggaz won't stay the same, I beg to differ Comin from luxurious livin, beams with red slippers Evenings with the fam, toastin over dinner Ever since the day I was born, I signed up Niggaz wanna get to the top? Well line up Brothers wanna get in the game and pay nothin Some get a chance while others stay frontin While you were tryin to hit homeruns I stayed buntin And now I rise to the top like cake in an oven Shit's startin to hurt, now you feelin somethin Me goin all out, ain't stoppin for nothin It ain't my fault that you got hate in yo' blood Keep it up 'til I come through and put eight in yo' mug Like I said - it ain't my fault that you got hate in yo' blood Keep it up 'til I come through and put eight in yo' mug like [Chorus]