Everything Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Yeah, yeah, I love Math 

Yeah, yo, yo 

Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King? 

Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib? 

Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz 

Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is 

This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly 

And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me 

Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top 

I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac 

N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green 

Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? 

Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n**** 

Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit 

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Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers 

Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours 

This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw 

Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa 

Hurting them, pa 

Up from the 36, back on that bulls*** 

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip 

Staten Island's the Borough, Park Hill, we still click 

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** 

Up from the 36, back on that bulls*** 

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip 

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click 

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** 

Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math 

Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me 

Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift 

Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free 

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Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers 

Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V 

Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E 

It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he 

Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds 

Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head 

And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread 

You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge 

Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk 

The mean streets for paused types callers are read 

Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident 

Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds 

Up from the 36, back on that bulls*** 

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip 

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click 

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** 

Up from the 36, back on that bulls*** 

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip 

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click 

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** 

Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest 

Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest 

Put the chest to the back of your vest 

Trap your packet, take the money and jet 

N****z posted, but you posing no threat 

Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex 

Front, see how many shots you will get 

I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect 

I'm just a man to respect 

Watch your step, son, your funeral's next 

Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck 

The other hand is attached to the tech 

Your next move could mean life or death 

Make move, take baby steps 

Hold that thought, n****, save your breath 

We hold courts in the streets we rep 

For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s***** 

Up from the 36, back on that bulls*** 

Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip 

Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click 

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***