[A.L.T.] (Verse 1) Let's get down to the nitty gritty It's a stone cold world and a even worse city And if you ever wanna trip I got a automatic doozy with a filled up clip So come take a trip through the hood with me You might be surprised of what you see Like Flaco, sniffin' up the coca Or a bitch who suckin' dick for a rock, we call her loca A little kid throwing up gang signs Standin' on the corner, sellin' nickels and dimes I'm rollin' by, and I'm hittin' my switch And if you talkin' shit, then I'm flippin' a bitch And hoppin' out the ride with the automatic toys Chains and bats, and a whole lot of homeboys And we all straight G's The name is A.L.T. And don't fuck with these
Break: Tony G. "These nuts" "These nuts"
(Verse 2) I'm rollin' through the streets in a stolen van Who's the man, with the master plan The mean motherfucker straightin' G'in The one with the gun in a fuckin' museum And the dress gettin' tossed out And if you writin' your name on the wall, was getting crossed out With the R.I.P. next to it I know you didn't think that I would But I'd do it It's a trip Better not slip Run for your gun as I make the hit Your ship just sank I just go blank And if you come through my hood, you better bring a tank So fuck all the masquerades Cause A.L.T. Kill more fools than AIDS It's a sickness I do it with the quickness ease The name is A.L.T. And don't fuck with these
Repeat Break Twice
(Verse 3) You just won a trip to the wild wild west Hotel accomodations with a gat in a vest So one o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, glock The undercover cop just moved up the block I can go psycho like Norman Bates And make 'em motherfuckers see the pearly gates I wanna pump your ass with a pound of led Just ask Tiny Unknown Or Kevin Kev A cop busted, then I said, "Freeze" And if I smoke his ass, I'm on a sell CDs But if I let him live And try to be positive The critics'll love me The paychecks ugly BOOM He falls to the ground He's bleeding from the mouth And he's making a fucked up sound And then I'm gone with the wind like a breeze The name is A.L.T. So don't fuck with these
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Break: Tony G. "These nuts" "These nuts"
(Verse 2) I'm rollin' through the streets in a stolen van Who's the man, with the master plan The mean motherfucker straightin' G'in The one with the gun in a fuckin' museum And the dress gettin' tossed out And if you writin' your name on the wall, was getting crossed out With the R.I.P. next to it I know you didn't think that I would But I'd do it It's a trip Better not slip Run for your gun as I make the hit Your ship just sank I just go blank And if you come through my hood, you better bring a tank So fuck all the masquerades Cause A.L.T. Kill more fools than AIDS It's a sickness I do it with the quickness ease The name is A.L.T. And don't fuck with these
Repeat Break Twice
(Verse 3) You just won a trip to the wild wild west Hotel accomodations with a gat in a vest So one o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, glock The undercover cop just moved up the block I can go psycho like Norman Bates And make 'em motherfuckers see the pearly gates I wanna pump your ass with a pound of led Just ask Tiny Unknown Or Kevin Kev A cop busted, then I said, "Freeze" And if I smoke his ass, I'm on a sell CDs But if I let him live And try to be positive The critics'll love me The paychecks ugly BOOM He falls to the ground He's bleeding from the mouth And he's making a fucked up sound And then I'm gone with the wind like a breeze The name is A.L.T. So don't fuck with these
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