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All Or Nuthin Lyrics - Singles - Ras Kass

All or nuthin', stall the bluffin', won't let the po-po arrest me 

Try to hit the deck to bless me 

But I'm still broke so I ride like Frank and Jessie 

But they can't catch me, breakin' niggas off like a sawed off 

 

Comin' for the fedder, man, my millimeter bringin' better things 

When I pull like a better bang, so if I have to, I'ma let it rang 

Gotta handle my functions, but an outcome, I have a somethin' 

Instead of nuthin', haters hold me down 

And servin' through a stick up or somethin' 

 

Now, I gotta pick up the pump and let it ride 

All or nuthin', step aside, or you can hit the paper big time 

You gon' murder like strick nine, with a grip nine, sever bitch time 

'Cause I gotta mine, and it's on 

 

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Why you cummin' up short 

Like a million midgets masturbatin 

Mascaradin' as the most murderous madman militia 

My nigga Twista told me 

 

Monopolize, strategize, maximize, make money to win 

With career sinners intake us, sinners 

Turn ya hopeless into magenta, quick essential inventor 

Please, we seizin' bees, VL's and GD's 

 

Got OG's, OZ's, keys for these millionaire momis 

Release your shells, my nigga 

Knew the job was dangerous, when I took it, why's a player 

Dark tides, or say on how to walk crooked, look it 

 

Got a sophisticated home 

I'm assassin' bitches that give my shotgun barrel blow jobs 

So when the four stickin' out like a sore toe thong 

It's no prob, vocally for sure, squad thorough, man 

 

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Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor 

Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin' 

 

Nigga worthless to bones, like nickels to quarters 

Fallers to shot callers, all of gotta get the paper some how 

For the school of the gun style, see me 'til the cops call us 

Hell brought us to a situation where we gotta drive-by 

Let the bullets from my nine fly to murder who you was deprived by 

 

But I admit sometimes if it wasn't for crime, I 

Try to be, bokin', rollers, while the start keep it low, goin homeless 

So I'm hookin' up with Ras Kass on some shit, we can stack cash 

But if I have to pull back a rag fast on that ass nigga 

 

He set the streets full wit jackals 

Racists, crackers and cannibals 

So it's understandable why I'm half man, half animal 

Ridin through in the hood on my elephant like Hannibal 

 

See I used to have dreams of fuckin' an r&b bitch 

And I used to dreams of bein' 21 and rich 

Not a twice that bad though, now I'm tryin to be rich by age 25 

See Shallah survive that new world, they pay yo 

But you don't hear me 

 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor 

Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin' 

 

Home boy, my games tight 

I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night 

From a cocoon on the dark side of the moon 

The illest niggas existin', I know who you are 

U-Bar, fuck the beyond or recognition 

 

In the middle of the ghetto, I'm buildin' a casino 

Like Bugsy Siegel with me, gon' put niggas and Latinos 

Shootout with the ATF in Beemer, for free, see bone, see dough 

Nigga, I'm like Steve and Digo, except I pack sevente cinqo 

Rowdy, Los Angelino, you got knocked the fuck out like Deebo 

 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor 

Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin' 

 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Stacks that you can't flow, kick in the door, we on the floor 

Come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' 

Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough 

Shit, all or nuthin', no bluffin', if I have to, I'm bustin' 

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