All One Me - 8Ball

Common sense better tell you to grind and hustle

Hit the streets like a man, use your mind and muscle

We be all about the cream, living space age fantasies

Tryin to make my wallet green as a canapee

We be them niggaz, hoes brag they friends about

Tell them hoes how we beat that pussy inside out

I love it when you give me head in the benz

Up and down swallow, we gettin in the wind

Never bashing women just them hoes to be given

Headshots and what not to people for livin

Who am I?

Just another MC murderer

Judge sentencing, all hip hop purgerer

To death make a noose with the mic cord

Hangin niggaz from his feet till the blood starts

Drippin from his nose suffocating them weak hoes

Nobody warned you not to fuck around with Primro

Suave affiliated nigga, we get much respect

From niggaz we check and all the checks we collect

Let me tell you about this Suave House Fam shit

The only niggaz with that 4 ½ gram shit

Give me the money and the hoes and the good weed

And the mic so I can practice killing MCs

Dark dreams still come back in full colour

Fire and thick smoke, chokin motherfuckers

Hard pounded, the whizzle of the wind soundin

Like a woman screamin in a pool drownin

Am I insane from the frames givin to my brain

Eyes photographin all my people and their pain

Weak motherfuckers loosin and twist the game

See some bullshit and blow out their own brain

hospitilized arm full of iv’z

Motherfuckers criticize and denie me

But who is the mad one?

(who is the mad one)

Who is truely insane?

(who is truely insane)

But who is the mad one?

(who is the mad one)

Who is truely insane?

(who is truely insane)

It’s all on me, It’s all on me

It’s all on me, It’s all on me