Artist: Wu-Block f/ Jadakiss, Styles P
Album:  Wu-Block
Song:   All in Together
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Ghostface Killah]
My gun heavyweight, yours bantamweight
Soon as you catch a couple holes, you'se a main of faith
Snitching, you know how many muthafuckas got they head blowned off for snitching
Trust me, you ain't convincing
And this'll be the same club you get lynched in
And it'll be the same blood you get rinsed in
Doctor bills don't play they expensive

[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah]
All in together now, get that nigga, now
Bounce him up out the club, put one in his liver, now
Make the weirdest muthafucka don't come back
Make the weirdest muthafucka wear a big hat

[Sheek Louch]
Scary niggas shoot with they eyes closed
Me, I got killas, no blinking, just coke on they nostrils
If you ain't with us, you considered as hostiles
Shopping carts full and I ain't talking bout Costco's
Whatever, we can bet it, royal guns is unleaded
I been riding way before Chamillionaire said it
Chase 'em out the club, throwing chairs at 'em
Bitches throwing beers at 'em, Shaolin, jump off that stairs at 'em

[Chorus 2X]

[Jadakiss]
Yo, when it's on, nigga, I don't care how you rock
I shoot it up til the property value drop
You used to play good defense, now you flop
Morals, principal shit, I value 'ock
And not for nothing, you better send the word to the monkeys
Cuz the tortures like we in a third world country
Handguns, government issued, we still banging 'em
Soon as he sit in the passenger seat, strangle him

[Chorus 2X]

[Styles P]
Make the weirdest muthafucka don't come back
Wood box, six feet deep, when my guns lap
This is Wu-Block, little deuce, deuce, cock
Come from the spot, where them niggas'll get your crew popped
Over cocaine or heron money
I rob the dice game laughing, make the better off bunny
Yeah, life's a bitch, so I'm fucking her, everyday
And never gave a fuck about a fuck boy, anyway

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)]
Aiyo, yo, let me tell you something, nigga
All these fake shines, these niggas be out wearing these fake ass shines and shit
And thinking they getting over, they be fucking that shit up for the game, yo
It's like, it's like, that's why a nigga don't be coming out with his shines on
Cuz these nigga be coming out with like little fifteen hundred dollar pieces
Some of them niggas shits be straight fake, B
(I pay thirty for this shit right here, right? And it's like light
It's icey, I paid thirty on this shit right here, right?
I seen a nigga with his own face, on his, he had his own face but iced out
And the nigga had no single out, he had no record deal, no nothing
And he ain't got no block, he ain't even hustling and shit
But he had his own face, and his eyes was rubies)
Yo, I know niggas that robbed this nigga, right
But boom, when they caught the shine, though, the shine was extra fake
You feel me, it's like these niggas is stepping outdoors with fake shit on
Rocks ain't even real, Sheek (Costume jewelry, man) Yeah, its like
But you get your head blown off for that (it's not worth it) How you playing?
(The stick up kid occupation is like, they fucking it up right now)
Yeah (it ain't even worth it) They spoiling shit
(I seen a nigga with like, umm, umm, niggas had like raspberry diamonds and shit
They don't even make those colors, niggas know it's like canary)
Nigga had a box of Trix shit, real quick (They don't do all these colors
I seen niggas with incredible shit, on) I don't give a fuck what colors you got, nigga
If it ain't a real muthafucking stone, nigga, it ain't real
Youknowhatimean, just give me straight white shit, nigga, I don't need canaries and all that