all the above

we run everything, we run the streets, the radio, and the club, all of the above,], yes, yes!, uhh, uhh, uhh, 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, 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~!, 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!, "sigel was the name that they gave me", "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!,