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

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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
 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

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 (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

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