All or nothin'

All or nothin' Lyrics

(Lord Infamous)

Gotta have a big back

Bank account not pitty amounts

Bud by the pound

Smoke a mothaf**kin' ounce

A mean ass crib

All digital studio

And some down ass hoes for the road

I want it all or nothin'

I want it all or nothin'

They b**ches with a punch bowl of weed

I call it bud in bed

On the spread

Plenty cash

Dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass

A bed with hydrolix

Liqour cause I'm alcoholic

No college for my knowlege

Cause I knew how to make profits

Don't like expensive clothes

Just the gangsta aparrel

Grab my route foul

As I walk down the threshold

Black as a shadow

Smoke loc vehicle

Hit Triple 6 up on my motorola portable

Keepin' it key low pro flow

In the studio

Part time jiggalo

Rock a show to make some dough

Lord Infamous

Mafios a gangsta pimp playa

Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear

600 acre marajuana field in my backyard

Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair

Playa cause a room

Full of mothaf**kin' bombs and artillery

All f**kin' century I need


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Plenty money and dope

Alot of fine hoes

A fresh car and crib

That's how I like to live

I want it all or nothin'


(Juicy "J")

Back in the days I was broke

No joke

f**ked up in town

No g's no hope

A nigga used to hike home from school

On the bike trail

Wishin' one day this rap sh*t'll probably make me bail

Lil' ??? was the niggas I used to hang with

Andre and Big Trese

North Memphis bound b**ch

Hangin' on Evergreen corners

Holdin' my f**kin' nuts

Watchin' freaks walk by

Sayin dirty b**ch wassup

But they wasn't goin'

Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam

A mean four way

With the grain wood his ass in

95.0 chevy thang with the vogues

But I used to catch the bus

and lounge and the china store

I just couldn't wait

Tryin' to rap to get my final break

Juicy "J" AKA The Juice I want it on my tape

Sell and make money

So the niggas in my hood'll know

Any one wanna ride I'll be singin' this chorus


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(DJ Paul)

In the 9-5

I decided f**k this underground tape sh*t

Stack some cheese

So quit puts on my disses

Tryin' to break b**ch

Kinda quick kinda fast

To a bigger studio

Bullsh*t producers tryin' to f**k me up my a**hole

Tradin' ass niggas sayin' they do

Just enough for me

If you ain't for real

Then keep it to yourself

Cause see I ain't got time

plus aint in a mood for playin no f**kin games

you cross me somethin and I dont get it

I gotta lay it down

But I ain't and I'm not nigga

I gotta make more than I did in the 9

For whatever it takes it wont be easy

Cause in they never why

In dough it better stay like this

Or get greater

Cause if a nigga f**k me now

I promise he pay for it later

That's why I beat you to my game

And I learned the business

Cause you will straight be missin'

Without a witness

I want a pound of weed

And a candy face in the den

A bank account readin' a mill

And a 95 Benz


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