Artist: Joe Mafia Album: This One Song: It's All Good Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Joe Mafia] It's all good, yo We getting money, in the streets, in the hood, yo And ain't thinking bout police, blowing tree smoke Snatching ice, counting cheese, slinging dope though Niggas fronting on me [Joe Mafia] Popping out of our wide, while they Hoops, Coupes and Jeeps Don't play unless you playing for keeps, ain't nothing sweet Niggas grinding the block, clucking, chickens along the way On time off, waiting for cats, coming from cross the way Going out on Now Y, for pops got it with our delay Rocking uptown, posted on 8th, extorting yae Hop the trains to BK, back down to VA Ten five up to the strong, we beef in CA Mexican mob plugs with Tihuana, baby, he Rest in peace, got lines, respect crazily Flinging P at me in the fam, Bam drunk Six four and O.E.'s, when the heat run, is when the beef come With OG's, in the hood, bubble O.T. For this cheese, we co-d's, roll deep out Virginia Beach In the ma Jag' we act, heard he moving ki's Throw him in the yo, and bruise, we in the biggest six [Chorus 2X] [Joe Mafia] Time water reaching over Sing Sing, red onion Not a way, Greensville and James River, C.C. My jail niggas, and can't make bail niggas I wish was home, so we can break up these frail niggas Yo, they up in blocks and used to getting it up Once attack dumb dumbs, lump sums and never seen it coming It was abundent, half a man, grams and had 'em sent to the stomach You come fronting, we bucking word Nine shot deuces and tre deuces, I thank God I stuck with music and go hard on straight boogi I was here when the end of no less the ninas cooly Seen Sarafinas and cop beemers, weight like toothpicks Rack up the cue sticks, stacks and Smiths, put a baseball In your face, dog, get on some fool shit, it's real, nigga You can see it in my eyes, cops is true picks Running my raps, C4, I'm in the bricks to [Chorus 2X] [Joe Mafia] For my niggas running gates when K was true to him Who rise, rocking with J, stuck in the rear view Q's dirty, hold tools, it's never too early To cook cabbage, try to get package, build over hasheesh Lit up, Jack Daniels shots of Tangeray Drunk alcoholic, get dro then pump all day Hit the block with beaters on, Timbs and sneakers on The only time to leave is when the diva gone, we rolling stones Stuck 'em in my flow to get those right, see your pal All my niggas laid to rest, respect, they see me now I'm in the jungle juggling, it's going down, hard and fast One mistake and that's my ass [Chorus 2X]