Kanye West - All I Need (All I Have) lyrics

[Intro] n***as can't be serious, man Yo, yo [Verse 1: Kanye West] Yo I'm the reason metal detectors go off the meter 'Cause I'll run through the airport with the heater Gets the f*g at his plane, and if I miss him Put two in his brain at the baggage claim Give him... heavy sluggage, tryna get his luggage Send him to the crossroads, we way too thuggish sh**, we at odds 'til we even up 'Til you leave on a stretcher or I leave in cuffs n***as wanna live, they done breathed enough And I bet you next time they'll believe in us It don't take much brains to know we bust things My gat must bang, through your Mustang Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa n***as seen Kanye, red dotted them Hurry up, stash the guns, the cops gon' come And we gon' say we don't know who shot at 'em Come on [Hook] All I have is my real n***as (What?) Get this cash with my real n***as (Come on) Give my last to my real n***as co*k back, blast, for my real n***as All I have is my real n***as Get this cash with my real n***as (Come on) Give my last to my real n***as (Come on) co*k back, blast, for my real n***as [Verse 2: Cristina] Y'all n***as ready for war? I'm ready Easy with the clip, girl, hold it steady Man I'm 'bout to squeeze back, co*k and bust hot lyrics co*k back, pop, and touch y'all spirits Send 'em to hell, make their residence more evil This beat here make me wanna k** four people Three n***as and one hoe, turn b**hes to Jane Doe Send 'em past rainbows, with the ankles Hit 'em from all angles, bring the pain though Blow out the candles, the show's been cancelled Man, y'all n***as better believe somethin' 'Fore I squeeze somethin' and leave somethin' It ain't nothin' with my real n***as [Hook] All I have is my real n***as Get this cash with my real n***as (That's right) Give my last to my real n***as (Come on) co*k back, blast, for my real n***as All I have is my real n***as Get this cash with my real n***as (Come on) Give my last to my real n***as (Come on) co*k back, blast, for my real n***as [Verse 3] I feel like one lady, five babies and four fathers Six months searchin' for jobs and no offers No heat 'cept for the stove Sleep with two layers of clothes, still wakin' up cold I'm real, like AIDS Like the pain you feel when your n***a get strained That's why I got issues like I got pistols I gotta make your mama cry but I got tissues I confess, I'm a gangsta But I drop my flag, still co*k back and drop a f*g Leave him in a bag with a tag on his metatarsals Awfully ill, man, awfully real Thugged out, but I'm God's property still And if I up the steel, I'ma probably k** If not, you're paralyzed from the waist down Alright dog, you're the king? I'm the ace now Face down [Hook] All I have is my real n***as (You know) Get this cash with my real n***as Give my last to my real n***as (That's right) co*k back, blast, for my real n***as (For my real n***as) All I have is my real n***as (That's all I have in this world) Get this cash with my real n***as Give my last to my real n***as (Konman Productions) co*k back, blast, for my real n***as (Brian "All Day" Miller, come on) [Hook] All I have is my real n***as (That's right) Get this cash with my real n***as Give my last to my real n***as co*k back, blast, for my real n***as All I have is my real n***as Get this cash with my real n***as Give my last to my real n***as co*k back, blast, for my real n***as