All Of The Above

We run everything

We run the streets, the radio, and the club

All of the above

Yes, yes! (All the above)

Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)

Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)

Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here

Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there

Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here

Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer

The boy only pour on that ace of spades

Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace the page

I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage

I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change

Man I'm runnin up Broad Street, in and out of lanes

With the top down screamin out - you niggaz know the sayin

C'mon, you niggaz know my name

It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed

I'm hood, I'm street

Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!)

I'm a mack, I'm a thug

I'm a pimp I does all the above

(On the low I'm in the fastest whip)

(And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick) - all the above

(Up in the club got these niggaz pissed)

We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above

WE BUY OUT THE BAR! And all night puff on cigars

We get so much love, and all of the above

Yeah, Mr. Beat The Case is back

Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that gangster hat

Now I'm back, sick with it with this gangster rap

Let's get it, where my gangsters at? Make noise

And I ain't never been no fraud, no nah that's not in my rapport

Never fronted on my boys for no whore

I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick

Y'all niggaz still dyin for these whores

I ain't never been no - snitch, never been no - rat

Never shot a nigga in his back

I always put the drama to his face

I ain't never pull my strap and ain't clap

Got my case, did my time, now I'm BACK!

I'm hood, I'm street

Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!)

I'm a mack, I'm a thug

I'm a pimp I does all the above

(On the low I'm in the fastest whip)

(And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick) - all the above

(Up in the club got these niggaz pissed)

We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above

WE BUY OUT THE BAR! And all night puff on cigars

We get so much love, and all of the above

Up in the club still poppin the Cris'

Still back it up whenever I talk shit

Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich

Still hoppin out the whip with a hot-ass chick

Still rockin the chain, they still knowin my name

It's Kels, that's right bitch, I'm still in the game

Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin that thang

Still limp through the club like I'm holdin that cane

It's two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch

Come in by self and leave out with'cha chick

Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch

And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit

From the tour, to the block

We keep risin, to the top

From the club to the parking lot

We 'bout to show the haters what we go so LET'S GO!

[scratched:] "Sigel was the name that they gave me"

[Jay-Z:] "Allow me to reintroduce myself"

It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one

Five-oh said FREEZE when I had the gun

But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor

Rock star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer

Because my life is, how I mic this

Police wan' see my license

Run my social, check my gov', search my glove

Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this thug

Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, Bad Boy, a goodfella

Gangster and a thug - yes I'm all the above!

I'm hood, I'm street

Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!)

I'm a mack, I'm a thug

I'm a pimp I does all the above

(On the low I'm in the fastest whip)

(And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick) - all the above

(Up in the club got these niggaz pissed)

We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above

WE BUY OUT THE BAR! And all night puff on cigars

We get so much love, and all of the above