I Want It All (album Version) Lyrics - La The Darkman

(LA The Darkman) 

It's 9-5, I survive, Park shit is still real 

You know stacks, money, drugs and the whole ordeal 

Murderers that kill, Alize makes me ill 

Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill 

I got on stocks and bonds kid just because I want em 

And billion dollar businesses with Darkman written on em 

Not a front but an economical stunt 

I want it all, I hope I didn't put that too blunt 

Sellin yay, movin on up like the Jeffersons 

Cop a Lex, a Jag, Land Cruiser and a Benz 

And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes 

Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-lo 

Takin care of my peeps cause I know how it be 

Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see 

>From the roll of poverty but I always got mine 

Flow from New York to Michigan on the mainline 

Now I'm in cash field still persuin my path 

Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath 

I want an abundance of girls to escape the world 

Throw a party on solo, me and seventeen pearls 

Puffin on mad lai nigga without a regard 

I need seven acres of dungeon blowin in my backyard 

Full porch through the front and bathrooms as big as kitchens 

2000 gallon aquarium to sink my sharks in 

All home on a stake, my whole crew livin great 

Enter the gate unannounced and you will meet your fate 

I'm with Carlito's Way, rollin with the real 

Protected to infinity in a security shield 

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Chorus: (2x) 

I want it all 

Surrounded by techs and shit 

I want it all 

A fly mansion with crazy kids 

I want it all 

A million dollars and diamond jewels 

I want it all 

I wanna pay these fuckin fools 

I got big dreams for schemes to have diamond rings and cream 

And tote nines with infrared beams 

With crazy notions of makin motions 

Floatin yachts on the ocean, travellin coast to coast and 

My private jet, diamond studded links on my neck 

A bouncer with 2 techs, a Presidential Rolex 

Shined to perfection, my arms restin 

On two breasts, we by the pound when it comes time for sessions 

Morgan Cannon suits, cold hard boots 

Crazy loot, rollin in Acura coupes 

Chromed out revolvers, pearl paint to set it off 

A million dollar crib plus a loft out north 

And my capers stackin papers, draped out in luxury 

Big screen TVs, plush leather livin comfortably 

And my own private dancers to keep my dick up 

Two big niggas for my pick ups, ready to do my stick ups 

Two rottweilers named Cents and Dollar 

4 carat diamond tennis bracelets draped around their necks for collars 

My girl's got a cute 45 Infinity whip 

With little windows to remedy my sound from all my enemies 

It's ten to me, deadly killers up in the Bronx 

PJs and killer waves, ain't a damn thing changed 

I gotta snatch mine, get it before the whole world ends 

Either it's Jesus to drink or to the fat Cuban link 

Slingin stones on the medallion, I'll escape the island 

Don't give a fuck about you, I'm from this island of Shaolin 

Which way do you want it, I need condos and hoes 

Set of vests, gortex, some black Timbos 

850bm, a lighting system that's dim 

Young deniro damager sittin above the rim 

LA The Dark, my hustlin goal's to live great 

Cause I'm a New York nigga catchin money out of state 

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Chorus (2x) 

KnowI'msayin, LA The Dark baby 

M-A-D A-V-E 

Wu-Tang, knowI'msayin 

Peace to my man Tyrik Jones, knowI'msayin 

For puttin a nigga on strong 

Doin right not wrong, cause I'm down to get it on 

KnowI'msayin