(lord infamous)

Gotta have a big fat

Bank account not pitty amounts

Bud by the pounds

fuck 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 dropin 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 promise me somethin and i dont get it

I gotta lay ya down mane

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 hell pay for it later

That's why i be tru 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 with a mill

And a 95 benz



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