All 4 U Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Give you what you want when you want it 

(Cool and Dre, Killer Mike) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(I think we got a poor people's anthem) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(It's what the streets need and want right now) 

(I'm tellin' you, it's it, some substance baby) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(I'm givin' it) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(It's all for you, it's all for you) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

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We came up the hard way 

The steal or starve way 

Ski masks and get robbed way 

Far from Broadway 

Tragic but it's no play 

And we livin' on the prayers our grandmother pray 

Still remember Big Spank got slayed 

Right on Allen Temple 

My God poor people you're my heart and it that simple 

And I'ma rap through the hurt until I meet dirt 

And I'ma make 'em recognize your worth 

Through the words of my work 

To the children reared in the gutters 

By single mothers 

This might kill your big brother 

Sayin' we ain't got much but we got each other 

We got each other 

Our roads rough, gettin' rougher 

When times got tough we got tougher 

We'll make it, just stay down for one another 

Allow me to spill my heart and say I love you 

Allow me to spill my heart and just say I love you 

C'mon 

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(Ay girl I know it's hard) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(Walkin' through the hood, one job(?), two children, groceries) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(You goin' to work everyday tryin' to keep that car(?), tryin' to keep that apartment) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(I'm just here to let you know that I'm witchu sweetheart) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(I'm witchu everyday Mom) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(Just feel me) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(Somebody understands and feels you, you feel me?) 

Sisters, I know it seems we're total fuck ups 

But hold your head up 

We're slippin', we fallin', but we gon' get up 

And we gon' get this life together 

I'll make you a wife and make it better 

More than a song, an open love letter 

To all the mothers 

Who lost sons to a gun or life sentence 

Wish I could give more than words in a sentence 

This is your story 

We are your sons 

This is my plea for forgiveness 

For our wrongs 

For all the hurt we caused and prolonged 

Times we was weak you stayed strong 

And we repaid that by hustlin' crack 

Out the back of your apartment 

The narcs hit, put your face in the carpet 

You accepted the risk, never turned snitch 

And I still use the word "bitch" 

Yo, I'm a dumbass, a dipshit 

And through it all you claimed and acknowledged me 

I hope this song can serve as my apology 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(I'm tellin' you I'm sorry) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(This next one's for Niecy) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(This for you Ma, this for you) 

(Look at you boy, top of the world) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(Top of the world Mama) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(And we ain't never goin' back down) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

All I wanted was a hot pair of Air Force Ones 

Sick of being picked on 'cause we was from the slums 

Sick of seein' my old man shit on my mom 

Sick of feelin' even worse when a new nigga come 

Just wanted to make it better 

Just wanted to make cheddar 

Just wanted to make it so you could walk with you head up 

Rap was hope 

And I held it like a vendetta 

Or even better, like a Beretta 

Kept the rhyme pad tucked under coat and sweater 

I kept 'em like prison letters 

Stack neatly in a shoebox 

On top, stolen Glock and fifty rocks 

Despite the hustle 

Rhymes was the means to a end 

I was born to marry thought with a paper and pen 

Wasn't born to be on paper or locked in a pen 

I was born to bring honor to this brown skin 

Mama I'm your son and your my best friend 

Wipe your tears away, just hide it with a graceful grin 

(Give you what you want when you want it) 

I made good and you'll never have to hurt again 

(Give you what you need when you need it) 

I made good and you'll never have to hurt again 

(Niecy's boy done good) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(Niecy's boy has done good) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(I'll make you proud) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(Your name will be spoken with honor baby, believe it) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(Niecy's boy done good) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(You see it) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(Respect and acknowledge it) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(I love you baby) 

(It's for my people) 

Give you what you want when you want it 

(Bring honor to this skin baby, rise out of it) 

Give you what you need when you need it 

(Come out of the gutter) 

Baby we're all gonna make it 

(We are the diamonds in the rough) 

It's all love 

My man Mark, my man Rico 

Glide(?), my man Tae, my man Zack, 

Slum Lordz 'til death 

I love you 

(It's all for you) 

Niggas better know 

(I love you, I love you, I love you) 

Don't be hard, open your heart 

Feel it, feel it 

My man Terrence, my man Casko(?) behind bars 

(It's all for you, it's all for you, it's all for you)