All My N****z Need To Blow Up
Masta masta watin you wan tell us
I gat nothing to say but
Here is a story for you guys
Him papa just die
Mama self still dey sick
This boy sef dey sick with the bars
Mama no fit hustle as she dey do Before
Things self don though pass as
E dey be before
The boy no fit hustle
Na only music him know
Him do try record songs self no gree
Blow
Him dey kill every verse
I swear him get bars
Him no fit carry last even thou
Him rap last
Conform zone do trap am
Drugs sef don knack am
How him go do
Mumsy health don dey worse
If him loose am fuck it
We no wan choose
So him choose her fuck it
We no go loose
Life na hell we fit go rob a
Bank
If things no gel
By this time next year
Yeah
By this time next year
Yeah
Blow up
All my niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
Yea even gunzz need to Blow up
Blow up
I mean slick need to blow up
Blow up
Ewheelz need to blow up
Blow up
All my nigga need to blow
Up
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
Uh uh uh
Time don dey go home boy never
Blow
Him dey Wait for grace helper
Never show
Him come dey regret why him
Even drop school
Now poverty na water
Him dey drowned in the
Pool
The pain come grow up
Any time way him dey
Stroll
Many boys dey look am
Dem go say boy u dey
Jonse
Now him don dey old
And the street don dey
Cold
It's not really interesting to
Loose thing you put
Interest in
Now he gets drunk
To put him thoughts in a
Trunk
Reality is strong only
Few withstand its knocks
I can never judge you
They can never forge You
If those you love don't love you
Bro I dey for you
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Gunzz need to blow up
Slick need to blow up
Ewheelz need to blow
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Before the start to trow up
Too too too too
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
All my niggaz need to blow up
Blow up uhh
Even gunzz need to blow up
I mean
Slick need to blow up
Uh
Yo it is what it is men
You know say deep dow in your
Heart
Dem dey get some kind people
For the hood way be say
Dem dey try
Dem dey do pass the things
Way dem suppose do
Dem no come dey get much
Returns
Compare to watin dem dey give
In
So e dey pain us to see those
Kind guys still
Dey stock underground
Mehn
But we pray say lass lass make
All of us see tha light
And make every star shine
Masta
I gat nothing to say but
Here is a story for you guys
Him papa just die
Mama self still dey sick
This boy sef dey sick with the bars
Mama no fit hustle as she dey do Before
Things self don though pass as
E dey be before
The boy no fit hustle
Na only music him know
Him do try record songs self no gree
Blow
Him dey kill every verse
I swear him get bars
Him no fit carry last even thou
Him rap last
Conform zone do trap am
Drugs sef don knack am
How him go do
Mumsy health don dey worse
If him loose am fuck it
We no wan choose
So him choose her fuck it
We no go loose
Life na hell we fit go rob a
Bank
If things no gel
By this time next year
Yeah
By this time next year
Yeah
Blow up
All my niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
Yea even gunzz need to Blow up
Blow up
I mean slick need to blow up
Blow up
Ewheelz need to blow up
Blow up
All my nigga need to blow
Up
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
Uh uh uh
Time don dey go home boy never
Blow
Him dey Wait for grace helper
Never show
Him come dey regret why him
Even drop school
Now poverty na water
Him dey drowned in the
Pool
The pain come grow up
Any time way him dey
Stroll
Many boys dey look am
Dem go say boy u dey
Jonse
Now him don dey old
And the street don dey
Cold
It's not really interesting to
Loose thing you put
Interest in
Now he gets drunk
To put him thoughts in a
Trunk
Reality is strong only
Few withstand its knocks
I can never judge you
They can never forge You
If those you love don't love you
Bro I dey for you
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Gunzz need to blow up
Slick need to blow up
Ewheelz need to blow
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Before the start to trow up
Too too too too
All my Niggaz need to blow up
Blow up
All my niggaz need to blow up
Blow up uhh
Even gunzz need to blow up
I mean
Slick need to blow up
Uh
Yo it is what it is men
You know say deep dow in your
Heart
Dem dey get some kind people
For the hood way be say
Dem dey try
Dem dey do pass the things
Way dem suppose do
Dem no come dey get much
Returns
Compare to watin dem dey give
In
So e dey pain us to see those
Kind guys still
Dey stock underground
Mehn
But we pray say lass lass make
All of us see tha light
And make every star shine
Masta
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Writer(s): Faruk Abdulrahman
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