Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - All or Nothin
Three 6 Mafia - All or Nothin слова песни
(lord infamous)Gotta have a big backBank account not pitty amountsBud by the poundSmoke a mothafuckin ounceA mean ass cribAll digital studioAnd some down ass hoes for the roadI want it all or nothinI want it all or nothinThey bitches with a punch bowl of weedI call it bud in bedOn the spreadPlenty cashDumpin blunt ashes on they assA bed with hydrolixLiqour cause Im alcoholicNo college for my knowlegeCause I knew how to make profitsDont like expensive clothesJust the gangsta aparrelGrab my route foulAs I walk down the thresholdBlack as a shadowSmoke loc vehicleHit triple 6 up on my motorola portableKeepin it key low pro flowIn the studioPart time jiggaloRock a show to make some doughLord infamousMafios a gangsta pimp playaGot on my brand new scarecrow underwear600 acre marajuana field in my backyardSmokin banana leaves on my lawn chairPlaya cause a roomFull of mothafuckin bombs and artilleryAll fuckin century I needChorusPlenty money and dopeAlot of fine hoesA fresh car and cribThats how I like to liveI want it all or nothin(juicy "j")Back in the days I was brokeNo jokeFucked up in townNo gs no hopeA nigga used to hike home from schoolOn the bike trailWishin one day this rap shitll probably make me bailLil ? ? ? was the niggas I used to hang withAndre and big treseNorth memphis bound bitchHangin on evergreen cornersHoldin my fuckin nutsWatchin freaks walk bySayin dirty bitch wassupBut they wasnt goinCause they want a nigga sellin yamA mean four wayWith the grain wood his ass in95.0 chevy thang with the voguesBut I used to catch the busAnd lounge and the china storeI just couldnt waitTryin to rap to get my final breakJuicy "j" aka the juice I want it on my tapeSell and make moneySo the niggas in my hoodll knowAny one wanna ride Ill be singin this chorusChorus(dj paul)In the 9-5I decided fuck this underground tape shitStack some cheeseSo quit puts on my dissesTryin to break bitchKinda quick kinda fastTo a bigger studioBullshit producers tryin to fuck me up my assholeTradin ass niggas sayin they doJust enough for meIf you aint for realThen keep it to yourselfCause see I aint got timePlus aint in a mood for playin no fuckin gamesYou cross me somethin and I dont get itI gotta lay it downBut I aint and Im not niggaI gotta make more than I did in the 9For whatever it takes it wont be easyCause in they never whyIn dough it better stay like thisOr get greaterCause if a nigga fuck me nowI promise he pay for it laterThats why I beat you to my gameAnd I learned the businessCause you will straight be missinWithout a witnessI want a pound of weedAnd a candy face in the denA bank account readin a millAnd a 95 benzChorus