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Ras Kass - All Or Nuthin
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[twista] All or nuthin, stall the bluffin, wont let the po-po arrest me Try to hit the deck to bless me But Im still broke so I ride like frank & jessie But they cant 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, ima let it rang Gotta handle my functions, but an outcome, I have a somethin Instead of nuthin, haters hold me down And servin thru 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, wit a grip nine, sever bitch time Cuz I gotta mine, and its on [ras kass] 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 Wit career sinners intake us, sinners Turn ya hopeless into magenta, quick essential inventor Please, we seizin bees, vls and gds Got ogs, ozs, keys for these millionaire momis Release your shells, my nigga Knew the job was dangerous, when I took it, whys a player Dark tides, or say on how to walk crooked, look it Gotta sophisticated home Im assassin bitches that give my shotgun barrel blow jobs So when the four stickin out like a sore toe thong Its no prob, vocally for sure squad, thorough man [chorus 2x] Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough Stacks that you cant 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, Im bustin [twista] 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 driveby Let the bullets from my nine fly, to murder who you was deprived by But I admit sometimes if it wasnt for crime i Try to be, bokin, rollers, while the start keep it low goin, homeless So Im hookin up wit ras kass, on some shit we can stack cash But if I have to pull back a rag fast, on that ass nigga [ras kass] He set the streets full wit jackals, racists, crackers and cannibals So its understandable, why Im half man, half animal Ridin thru 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 beein 21 and rich Not a twice that bad though, now Im tryin to be rich by age 25 See shallah survive that new world they pay yo But you dont hear me [chorus 2x] [ras kass] 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 Im buildin a casino Like bugsy siegel wit me, gon put niggas and latinos Shootout wit the atf in beemer, for free, see bone, see dough Nigga Im like steve and digo, except I pack sevente cinqo Rowdy, los angelino, you got knocked the fuck out like deebo [chorus 2x]
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