Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Want It All, artist - Fiend. Album song The Addiction (Chopped & Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Want It All |
You know, right-right-right there when you finna bust that bitch down |
You know I’m saying, took the wrapping off that right there |
Nigga never knew it, before they called me Fiend |
Come from New Orleans, Holygrove |
I moved to the 3rd Ward, when I was like bout like 12 |
Shit was cool, I was still Uptown you know |
Now look at me, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh |
I want it all, this time this time everytime |
I want it all, this time this time everytime |
I want it all, this time this time everytime |
I want it all, this time I want every dime |
I got the heart of a ghetto boy, see I know what not to do |
Let em spark, if I gotta survive mission impossibles |
Bring it to your ass, ain’t gon sit here and lie to you |
Take clips break shit, I do what I gotta do |
Your face all over the place, you see what that bottle do |
This dog you hunt, and it would devour you |
Me rapping nigga, work em over an hour or two |
Yeah Fiend’s back, and you shot me a dial or two |
I waited five times, now you disrespecting my mind |
Now I gotta, get that iron |
I sold him that three six, he couldn’t tear me up |
Make the animal fuck boy, and I ain’t barely up |
You fuck with him, believe me we busting ten |
Fucking round we’ll be busting then, then you’ll be ducking and |
Uh in God we trust, but we busting on men |
Acting like he can’t you touched, now watch me touch up on him |
Hot shots in my palm, and in my arm reach |
I blow smoke through your lungs, we fuck up your harm means |
I stay wanted, these niggas they want it |
I give it to em fucking round, will have your life gon stay haunted |
I hustle up in alleyways, got talent like Caff Calloway |
The streets are telling me, life gon be better that-a-way |
Don’t be smelling me, if I ever put my gat away |
I’ll blow your back away, they’ll burry you on Saturday |
When you addressing me, know that I’m in some’ing seven speed |
Blowing chronic with the east of hairs, that be heavenly |
You around me alone, get you a felony |
I teach you how to be a player, but I ain’t Bellamy |
It’s the one with the melody, it better be |
Better thangs, and a batch of jungle love I started writing |
I hear the dope mark, you’re up in Pakistan |
That mean dealing, have them fiends gone silly |
Yeah you not a hustler, you just got barged hoe |
Don’t know the fast life, till I raised the garage do' |
I steal lives, so ugly a long fo' |
I’m in it for islands, not condos |
I’m sending these, through your spine though |
And can knock an eyebrow, off of a blindfold |
Yeah I’m Cristal spilling, with my wrists while chilling |
Saying goons, and I’m like that I got y’all cheering |