Brand Nubian Alladat Lyrics

Everything Is Everything Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Word Is Bond
  • 2 Straight off da Head
  • 3 Weed vs. Weaves (interlude)
  • 4 Nubian Jam
  • 5 Alladat
  • 6 Step Into da Cipher
  • 7 Sweatin’ Bullets
  • 8 Lookin’ at God (interlude)
  • 9 Lick Dem Muthaphuckas (remix)
  • 10 Another Day in the Beast (Thoughts From a Criminal)
  • 11 Claimin’ I’m a Criminal
  • 12 Gang Bang
  • 13 Down for the Real
  • 14 Return of the Dread
  • 15 What the Fuck…
  • 16 Hold On
  • Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it's Buckwild,
    Ya know I'm sayin'?
    And that kid Sadat X born king, doin' my thing
    Know I'm sayin'? I let ya know how it is in my lifestyle everyday

    Lately yo, I been walkin' tightropes
    It's an adventure everyday as I walk down the block
    Quiet bald head is like a bad ************
    All charged up from Madison Ave.
    I'm up on the stage if you read the front page
    Give me the ol' school mic with a cord
    I'll stand on the table, give a **** about a label
    Now, we all can't brawl, we all can't brawl
    It'll be your downfall when you're goin' like this
    Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compels you?
    Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back
    They stay on my back so I don't act like all a dat

    Now all these *****s carry on like they think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they think they all a dat
    Now all these *****s carry on when they think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they think they all a dat

    Late one night, fifty-fifth outpost
    Chicken head watchin' to see who she can catch
    She got a man, I can tell 'cause the action in her eyes
    Ain't nervous, a young sassy thing
    She call me a playa, standin' on the corner with her whole dime crew
    I'm ridin' down the block with her girlfriend
    In the next *****'s car, lookin' like a star
    Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame
    Ya got to be down to starts about the booty
    'Cause Sonny Lamb packs the wham
    It's all good, yeah it's all good
    See it attracts kids that are sweater
    A ***** like me'll be the first to forget
    So now she all mad, bringin' drama to the crib
    Go ahead, chicken head, wit the funk
    You get played like trash if you act like you'd always have and you
    Always will
    Chicken heads is only good for a thrill

    Yo yo, yo they think they all a dat, they think they all a dat
    All these *****es carry on when they think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they think they all a dat

    Now my cheques jam and I waited all damn week
    And if I flip em the bad guy, you wonder why
    When the corner officers and nobody can call me back
    And everybody claims to know nothin'
    And these is the peoples that's down wit me
    Supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right
    They let a ***** die in the night if you let em
    You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask
    But it damn sure slow-up the cash 'cause I know
    Ya be a menace to society, still waitin' for the dough
    The thinkin' man is the one with the plan
    Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst
    It's like that, huh? My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem
    Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom
    Use to be mild, find myself gettin' wild
    Got to slow down for my girl and my child
    'Cause I love life and I gots ta live it
    And every time I get on stage I'ma move somethin'
    And you can never say the X didn't hit ya
    Ayo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya
    This ain't no average skit, this is a hit
    More than you hit, better than your best ****
    Better than your man's ****, better than his cousin's ****
    Better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons

    Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game and when I bring
    What I bring to the game, it's dangerous that I can't even call it.
    But we gonna end it off like this,
    Ya know I'm sayin'?
    On some Bronx town ****, check it out

    The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck
    A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown
    Won't you place a bet on ya man
    You know my style and you know where I stand
    I'ma leave you on wit the real for right now
    Peace to Brand Nubian, Now Rule and Buckwild
    But right now, peep the master of the head nod
    Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back
    Tainted styles don't pass the grade
    A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave
    A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave
    A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave

    Yo, all these *****s think they hard when they think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they think they all a dat
    All these *****es act like sluts when they think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they think they all a dat
    Now all these fraud *****s are *****es when they think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they think they all a dat
    **** dem *****s out there who think they all a dat
    They think they all a dat, they thunk they all a dat
    **** dem *****s, **** dem *****es
    **** dem fraud ***, ************s
    Fake *** *****s
    Ha!

    Written by: Anthony Best, Derek Murphy
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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