To All My People

[Intro/Chorus - both (x2)]

Yo who can still rock a park?

Get in that ass if you bark

It's Prince Poe, hop you weather the storm

And don't be afraid, ma let's enjoy the day

Yo I can help you throw your troubles away

[Rude One]

Yo I know Prince for a minute, don't get no realer than this

I got love, went through some shit but now the medicine's done

Concocted hot shit, straight off the block like rocks did

Melody, you corny MCs we make smedley's

With no corner degrees, y'all tryin to pass the gology

Check your history then I'm a Southside resident

Holdin quarter bricks yo back when Reagan was President

[Prince Poetry]

We be the rugged N-Y's, Medicinemen, intelligent

My two's spread nights with hustlers under streetlights

The beat strike vital hearts as I heat mics

Hot lava in the form of words

Got you lovin this natural high as I spit these 'erbs

Embrace, lace it with this impeccable taste

Got the club rockin, titties mad hard off the bass

Ya heard? A nigga gotta always make moves

And continue to shine like Armourall on the shoes, what? Huh

[Chorus - x2]

[Prince Poetry]

Yo, I'm on a mish' to get rid of dead weight, ready to bubble

Too much shit in this life to juggle, this for real struggle

I keep it movin with all three eyes open (Hah)

Lyrical content is potent, rather well spoken

I'm massin all my niggas to get it cos wit it

we all movin, without it we all lose, I'm about it

But we split it (50-50 nigga), if I bust shots to cover your back

I give it up to see where some niggas' heads are at

Cos brothers do get grimy over nickels and dimes

And if you was my man you wouldn't be reachin for mines

Damn, catch me on Liberty in the van

but one block over, on the corner devisin the plan

My niggas Rude and Nice be holdin me down (for real) since a teen

Now we some veterans of this medicine, stackin the green

From 7-1-8, to 7-0h-2, to 5-1-Oh

Poe'll make ya shake the stress so act like ya know huh, what?

[Chorus - x2]

[Rude One]

Yo half my niggas been, sent to the essence, I make the best of a

tight situation, organizin emancipation

To live life, rip mics, get nice without fights (Ugh)

Copyright my shit (ugh) and get paid in the spotlight

[Prince Poetry]

I'm still buckwild like a cock fight, take flight only to win

But if I fail all I know is I'm startin over again

Forty projects baby boy, still stickin and movin like Roy

Prince Poe lyrically bringin you joy

What? What? What?

C'mon

[Chorus - x2]

[Outro - Prince Poe]

C'mon, uh-huh-huh-huh

'98 or better baby, this is how we do it

Ugh, to all my peoples come on

It's all good, gotta few words to uplift the spirits, no doubt

New York, outer city limits, it's all good baby boy

Don't hate girl, lemme holler atcha for a while

Uh-hah, ugh ugh, la-la-la, la-la-la, la

Yeah, believe me yo, get it twisted, get smacked motherfucker

* laughter * But it's all love y'knowI'msayin?

Y'knowI'msayin I be the God, you be the thug

Uh-huh-hah-huh-hah-ah, one love y'all

It's all love, it's all love, cheers Nice it's all love

It's all love Big Riq it's all