Artist: THREE 6 MAFIA
Album: MYSTIC STYLEZ (1995)
All Or Nothin' lyrics

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(Lord Infamous)

Gotta have a big back

Bank account not pitty amounts

Bud by the pound

Smoke a mothafuckin' ounce 
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A mean ass crib

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All digital studio

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And some down ass hoes for the road

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I want it all or nothin'

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I want it all or nothin'

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They bitches with a punch bowl of weed

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I call it bud in bed

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Plenty cash

 
Dumpin' blunt ashes on they ass

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A bed with hydrolix

 
Liqour cause I'm alcoholic

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No college for my knowlege

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Cause I knew how to make profits

 
Don't like expensive clothes

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Just the gangsta aparrel

 
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Grab my route foul

 
As I walk down the threshold

 
Black as a shadow

 
Smoke loc vehicle

 
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Hit Triple 6 up on my motorola portable

 
Keepin' it key low pro flow

 
In the studio

 
Part time jiggalo

 
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Rock a show to make some dough

 
Lord Infamous

 
Mafios a gangsta pimp playa

 
Got on my brand new scarecrow underwear

 
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600 acre marajuana field in my backyard

 
Smokin banana leaves on my lawn chair

 
Playa cause a room

 
Full of mothafuckin' bombs and artillery

 
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All fuckin' century I need

 


 
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Plenty money and dope

 
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Alot of fine hoes

 
A fresh car and crib

 
That's how I like to live

 
I want it all or nothin'

 
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(Juicy "J")

 
Back in the days I was broke

 
No joke

 
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Fucked up in town

 
No g's no hope

 
A nigga used to hike home from school

 
On the bike trail

 
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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

 
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Hangin' on Evergreen corners

 
Holdin' my fuckin' nuts

 
Watchin' freaks walk by

 
Sayin dirty bitch wassup

 
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But they wasn't goin'

 
Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam

 
A mean four way

 
With the grain wood his ass in

 
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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

 
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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

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

 


 
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(DJ Paul)

 
In the 9-5

 
I decided fuck this underground tape shit

 
Stack some cheese

 
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So quit puts on my disses

 
Tryin' to break bitch

 
Kinda quick kinda fast

 
To a bigger studio

 
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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

 
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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

 
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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

 
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Cause in they never why

 
In dough it better stay like this

 
Or get greater

 
Cause if a nigga fuck me now

 
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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'

 
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Without a witness

 
I want a pound of weed

 
And a candy face in the den

 
A bank account readin' a mill

 
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And a 95 Benz

 


 
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