Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - All or Nothin

(lord infamous)

Gotta have a big back

Bank account not pitty amounts

Bud by the pound

Smoke a mothafuckin 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 bitches 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 Im alcoholic

No college for my knowlege

Cause I knew how to make profits

Dont 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 mothafuckin bombs and artillery

All fuckin century I need

Chorus

Plenty money and dope

Alot of fine hoes

A fresh car and crib

Thats how I like to live

I want it all or nothin

(juicy "j")

Back in the days I was broke

No joke

Fucked up in town

No gs no hope

A nigga used to hike home from school

On the bike trail

Wishin one day this rap shitll probably make me bail

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

Andre and big trese

North memphis bound bitch

Hangin on evergreen corners

Holdin my fuckin nuts

Watchin freaks walk by

Sayin dirty bitch wassup

But they wasnt 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 couldnt 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 hoodll know

Any one wanna ride Ill be singin this chorus

Chorus

(dj paul)

In the 9-5

I decided fuck this underground tape shit

Stack some cheese

So quit puts on my disses

Tryin to break bitch

Kinda quick kinda fast

To a bigger studio

Bullshit producers tryin to fuck me up my asshole

Tradin ass niggas sayin they do

Just enough for me

If you aint for real

Then keep it to yourself

Cause see I aint got time

Plus aint in a mood for playin no fuckin games

You cross me somethin and I dont get it

I gotta lay it down

But I aint and Im 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 fuck me now

I promise he pay for it later

Thats 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

Chorus

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