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