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(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

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