World Wide

Lyrics

(Verse 1-Steele)
 I used to stay in my backroom, listenin' to rap tunes
 Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school
 I guess you could call it soul food
 Music that'll mold you, somethin' you can grow to
 Don't be mad at what the record store sold you
 If you bought some bullshit just 'cause somebody told you
 My flow show you that I know what you go through
 Put a gem on your mind, drop a jewel in the vocals
 My speech local, but I reach all regions
 Fly frequent, customs breachin', lah chiefin'
 My son's favorite rapper is me, I know the reason
 The Lord keep us breathin' and y'all keepin' us eatin'
 And though the flag been tattered and beaten
 We still stand, not a man in the family retreatin'
 No set trippin', no slippin', no sleepin'
 Full steamin' ahead on a mission to get this cream, man
 (Hook-Steele)
 New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
 Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
 New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
 Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
 Tour the World and it's back to the essence
 To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
 So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
 (Verse 2-Sean Price)
 Hey yo, blam, blammer, innocent bystander
 Sean Price, I'm nice with the grammar
 Y'all niggas can't rhyme, y'all need to go back to the lab
 Formula one, get a pen and a pad
 Let's start with the basic, A-B-C, one-two-three
 My g-u-n in your f-a-c-e
 Break your body down, collapsin' a clown, clap with the round
 Highway to heaven where Michael Landon standin' around
 Understand I got my hand on the pound, I fuck you up
 Niggas standin' around nervous, like "Yo, what up with Ruck?"
 None of your biz, fuck around, throw one in your wig
 Then proceed to the nearest high school, put one in your kid
 Sean Price, man, I'm done with it kid
 You ain't tough, you bluffin', plus you left your fuckin' gun in the crib
 (Verse 3-Louieville Sluggah)
 I'm an NC king, a BK boss
 He can floss, 'cause he came off
 With big black, housin' bags of money
 Shit, I had to get it, ain't a damn thing funny
 When your money lookin' funny, they play you for a dummy
 Yeah, they play you for a dummy
 And I ain't havin' that, go grab my gat
 You gotta respect it, I'm well connected, you know
 (Hook-Steele)
 New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
 Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
 New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
 Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
 Tour the World and it's back to the essence
 To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
 So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
 (Verse 4-Buckshot)
 We be the movement, new and improved and
 Fuck the hammers, y'all niggas is screwed in
 Leeway, go 'head and play, see if I
 Joke around, one stroke around that four-fifth I
 Might start gettin' that vibe again
 Forget lookin' at yours, thinkin' it's mines again (Gimme that)
 I see you get the bigger picture
 And now that I'm in your frame, I wanna maintain with ya
 You know, chop it up for a bit
 Build for a little while, get a plan to make some real chips
 'Cause, gee I've been down for a while
 But I'm Duck Down, so now, I'm only down for a smile
 When the check come, respect 'em, we ain't stop
 But you workin' over there though, huh, that's hot
 Me, I'm worldwide, jumpin' from block-to-block
 Lovin' it, 'cause everyone I hit 'll pop the top, ugh
 (Hook-Steele)
 New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
 Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
 New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
 Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
 Tour the World and it's back to the essence
 To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
 So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
 (Verse 5-Rock)
 Mr. Alkatraz, ain't no escapin' when my arms go, heard me
 Been on more rap tours then Soran O'Jersey
 Recruit a beast in every city, my squad so dirty
 I'm the beast master don, pa, y'all gon' learn, B
 Stunned on the new improved Boot Camp
 You gon' look real small like a deuce-deuce in Bruce Bruce hands
 How many niggas eatin' off us? We the new food stamp
 We go World Wide with this wild shit, we do, you can't
 (Hook-Steele)
 New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
 Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
 New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
 Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
 Tour the World and it's back to the essence
 To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
 So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
 New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
 Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
 New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
 Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
 Tour the World and it's back to the essence
 To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
 So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you

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Song Details

Duration
04:29
Key
7
Tempo
92 BPM

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