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THREE 6 MAFIA lyrics : "All or Nothin"

[Lord Infamous]
Gotta have a big back
Bank account not pitty amounts

Bud by the pound
Smoke a motha$#&@in' ounce
A mean $$# crib

All digital studio
And some down $$# hoes for the road
I want it all or nothin'

I want it all or nothin'
They (*##$es with a punch bowl of weed
I call it bud in bed

On the spread
Plenty cash
Dumpin' blunt ashes on they $$#

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 motha$#&@in' bombs and artillery
All $#&@in' 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
$#&@ed up in town
No g's no hope

A ^!$$% used to hike home from school
On the bike trail
Wishin' one day this rap %#@!'ll probably make me bail

Lil' ??? was the ^!$$%s I used to hang with
Andre and Big Trese
North Memphis bound (*##$

Hangin' on Evergreen corners
Holdin' my $#&@in' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by

Sayin dirty (*##$ wassup
But they wasn't goin'
Cause they want a ^!$$% sellin' yam

A mean four way
With the grain wood his $$# 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 ^!$$%s in my hood'll know
Any one wanna ride I'll be singin' this chorus


[Chorus]

[DJ Paul]
In the 9-5
I decided $#&@ this underground tape %#@!

Stack some cheese
So quit puts on my disses
Tryin' to break (*##$
Kinda quick kinda fast
To a bigger studio

Bull%#@! producers tryin' to $#&@ me up my $$#hole
Tradin' $$# ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in games
you cross me somethin and I dont get it
I gotta lay it down
But I ain't and I'm not ^!$$%

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 ^!$$% $#&@ 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]

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