All Or Nothin

(Lord Infamous) Gotta have a big back Bank account not pitty amounts Bud by the pound Smoke a mothaf**kin' ounce A mean a*s crib All digital studio And some down a*s 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 a*s 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 Chorus 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 shit'll 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 f**kin' nuts Watchin' freaks walk by Sayin dirty bitch wa*sup But they wasn't goin' Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam A mean four way With the grain wood his a*s 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 Chorus (DJ Paul) In the 9-5 I decided f**k 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 f**k me up my a*shole Tradin' a*s 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 Chorus