Three 6 Mafia - All or Nothin' lyrics

(Lord Infamous) Gotta have a big back Bank account not pitty amounts Bud by the pound Smoke a mothaf**in' ounce A mean a** crib All digital studio And some down a** hoes for the road I want it all or nothin' I want it all or nothin' They b**hes with a punch bowl of weed I call it bud in bed On the spread Plenty cash Dumpin' blunt ashes on they a** A bed with hydraulics Liqour cause I'm alcoholic No college for my knowledge 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**in' bombs and artillery All f**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 f**ed up in town No g's no hope A n***a used to hike home from school On the bike trail Wishin' one day this rap sh**'ll probably make me bail Lil' ??? was the n***as I used to hang with Andre and Big Trese North Memphis bound b**h Hangin' on Evergreen corners Holdin' my f**in' nuts Watchin' freaks walk by Sayin dirty b**h wa**up But they wasn't goin' Cause they want a n***a sellin' yam A mean four way With the grain wood his a** 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 n***as 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** this underground tape sh** Stack some cheese So quit puts on my disses Tryin' to break b**h Kinda quick kinda fast To a bigger studio Bullsh** producers tryin' to f** me up my a**hole Tradin' a** n***as sayin' they do This and that for me If you ain't for real Then keep it to yourself Cause see I ain't got time Plus ain't in a mood for playin no f**in games You cross me somethin and I dont get it I gotta lay it down But I ain't and I'm not n***a I gotta make more than I did in the 9 For whatever it takes it won't be easy Cause in they never why In dough it better stay like this Or get greater Cause if a n***a f** 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