All Or Nothin' Lyrics - Mystic Stylez - Three 6 Mafia

(Lord Infamous) 

Gotta have a big back 

Bank account not pitty amounts 

Bud by the pound 

Smoke a mothafuckin' ounce 

A mean ass crib 

All digital studio 

And some down ass hoes for the road 

I want it all or nothin' 

I want it all or nothin' 

They bitches with a punch bowl of weed 

I call it bud in bed 

On the spread 

Plenty cash 

Dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass 

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 mothafuckin' bombs and artillery 

All fuckin' 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 

Fucked up in town 

No g's no hope 

A nigga used to hike home from school 

On the bike trail 

Wishin' one day this rap shit'll probably make me bail 

Lil' ??? was the niggas I used to hang with 

Andre and Big Trese 

North Memphis bound bitch 

Hangin' on Evergreen corners 

Holdin' my fuckin' nuts 

Watchin' freaks walk by 

Sayin dirty bitch wassup 

But they wasn't goin' 

Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam 

A mean four way 

With the grain wood his ass 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 niggas in my hood'll know 

Any one wanna ride I'll be singin' this chorus 

Chorus 

(DJ Paul) 

In the 9-5 

I decided fuck this underground tape shit 

Stack some cheese 

So quit puts on my disses 

Tryin' to break bitch 

Kinda quick kinda fast 

To a bigger studio 

Bullshit producers tryin' to fuck me up my asshole 

Tradin' ass niggas 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 fuckin games 

you cross me somethin and I dont get it 

I gotta lay it down 

But I ain't and I'm not nigga 

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 nigga fuck 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