All Around The World - Trick Trick, Royce 5'9

Okay, hip-hop might be in a state of emergency

But you can’t really blame the artists

Don’t point the finger, y’knowmsayin?

Let’s do what we do, let them do what they do

They all sayin the same shit anyway

Let’s do what we wanna do

Trick Trick, Royce 5'9″

Done all types of dirt all across the world

And all kind of shows for you boys and girls (heyyy!)

High schools to shows of nothin but old folks

G.D.'s, blue rags, red rags and

Detroit to L.A., B-Ham to Jersey

Atlanta to B.K., A-Z to V-A

Now I done seen some strange shit

But all around the world homeboy it’s the same shit

I’ll tell you this;

ain’t got a gang of crews on these blocks (so what?)

Heard it’s a pretty bitch just itchin to get knocked (so what?)

Lines of broads at these shows (so what?)

With backstage passes and wantin to be chose (so what?)

Everybody wanna be better than the next

It’s the same everybody claimin they better than the rest (oooh)

Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot

Everybody sell dope — WHO DON’T?

Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's the same old song homie)

Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yeah)

Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's just the same old song homie)

Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yep)

Yessir

Uh;

can we get a moment to reflect

on the music that we distributin and tryin to eject?

Yep, your sounds ain’t goin down (so)

Blame it on downloads but it’s the same old sound

Everybody is a killer, man go and tell the truth!

Most of y’all ain’t killers 'til your ass in the booth

Take a look in the mirror and be honest with yo’self

You got a guap on records off another nigga’s wealth

Truth hurt, don’t it?

You think you ain’t special enough?

With some people to listen to you so you makin it tough

At a show you too hard to throw your Goddamn hands up

While I’m at it, man pull yo' Goddamn pants up!

In real life in the joint if you sad

You belong to a man and yo' ass is a fag (ooooh)

I ain’t mad at niggaz changin the game

cause the world is lookin at us like we all the same, so

My nigga I got you!

I got you, don’t worry about it

Yeah, yeah

Bitch please, get lost, I get big cheese

Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas

Pick a place, any place

I done been through it, pick a state, any state

And if you ain’t geographically inclined

you can get the globe and you can pick a shape, any shape

Heh, where you from?

I could care less

I’m fearless, I’ll show you so you will know it’s real

Cause once the K’s get to tearin whole blocks up

Like (blam blam blam) now you from Cloverfield

I just look like this, I do it just to get the kitty cat

I’m bringin niggaz that look pretty back

And while I’m at it I’m bringin Detroit city back

Holla when you land, I’ll take you to where the titties at

(Titties at) You lil' niggaz is lame

Put the tobacco back in the blunt, you spittin the same

We goin

Go on mayne, hip-hop ain’t dead homie…

I like that dawg

That’s some real shit…

Hehehe, you just thumpin the hell out that bass, ain’t ya?