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lirik lagu all or nothin’ – three 6 mafia

(lord infamous)
gotta have a big back
bank account not pitty amounts
bud by the pound
smoke a mothaf-ckin’ ounce
a mean -ss crib
all digital studio
and some down -ss hoes for the road
i want it all or nothin’
i want it all or nothin’
they b-tches with a punch bowl of weed
i call it bud in bed
on the spread
plenty cash
dumpin’ blunt ashes on they -ss
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-ckin’ bombs and artillery
all f-ckin’ century i need

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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-cked up in town
no g’s no hope
a n-gg- used to hike home from school
on the bike trail
wishin’ one day this rap sh-t’ll probably make me bail
lil’ ??? was the n-gg-s i used to hang with
andre and big trese
north memphis bound b-tch
hangin’ on evergreen corners
holdin’ my f-ckin’ nuts
watchin’ freaks walk by
sayin dirty b-tch w-ssup
but they wasn’t goin’
cause they want a n-gg- sellin’ yam
a mean four way
with the grain wood his -ss 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-gg-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 f-ck this underground tape sh-t
stack some cheese
so quit puts on my disses
tryin’ to break b-tch
kinda quick kinda fast
to a bigger studio
bullsh-t producers tryin’ to f-ck me up my -sshole
tradin’ -ss n-gg-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 f-ckin games
you cross me somethin and i don’t get it
i gotta lay it down
but i ain’t and i’m not n-gg-
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 n-gg- f-ck 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

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- three 6 mafia

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