Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Or Nuthin', artist - Ras Kass. Album song Rasassination (The End), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
All Or Nuthin' |
No woman love me like the Hennessey |
It’s all about the 'yac |
It’s all about, uh, the 600s, property (Big thangs, nigga!) |
Take care of your kids, your momma |
The pussy you went up in, and the pussy you came out of |
Are the most important ones! |
It’s all I’m saying |
Aside from that, yo niggas, it’s all or nuthin' |
All or nothin', fuck all the bluffin', won’t let the po-po arrest me; |
Try to hit the deck to bless me |
But I’m still broke so I ride like Frank & Jesse |
But they can’t catch me. |
Breakin' niggas off like a sawed-off |
Comin' for the fetty, man; |
my millimeter bringin' better things |
When I pull, like a better bang, so if I have to, I’mma let it rang |
Gotta handle my functions, but an outcome, I have a somethin |
Instead of nothin', haters hold me down |
And servin' thru a stickup 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 strychnine, wit' a grip nine, sever bitch time |
Cuz I gotta mine, and it’s on |
You comin' up short like a million midgets masturbatin'; |
Masqueradin' as the most murderous madman militia |
My nigga Twista told me |
Monopolize, strategize, maximize, make money to win |
With career sinners enter center |
Turn ya whole placenta magenta, quintessential inventor |
Please, we C’s and B’s, VL’s and GD’s; |
Got OG’s, OZ’s, keys for these millionaire mo-neys |
Release your shells, my nigga; |
Knew the job was dangerous, when I took it, why’s a player |
From Keyser Soze y’all how to walk crooked, look it |
Got a sophisticated ho mob |
With assassin bitches that give my shotgun barrel blow jobs |
So when the four stickin out like a sore toe thong |
It’s no prob, vocally for sure squad, thorough man |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Stacks that you can’t float |
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Shit, all or nothin', no bluffin', if I have to, I’m bustin' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Stacks that you can’t float |
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Shit, all or nothin', no bluffin', if I have to, I’m bustin' |
Nigga worthless to bones, like nickels to quarters |
Fallers to shot callers, all of gotta get the paper somehow |
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 wasn’t for crime I’d |
Probably be broke and homeless while the start keep it low goin, homeless |
So I’m 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 |
These savage streets full wit jackas, racists, crackers and cannibals |
So it’s understandable, why I’m half man, half animal |
Ridin' through 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 bein' 21 and rich |
One outta two ain’t bad, though, now I’m tryin' to be rich by age 25 |
Inshallah, I’ll survive that new world abchao |
But you don’t hear me |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Stacks that you can’t float |
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Shit, all or nothin', no bluffin', if I have to, I’m bustin' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Stacks that you can’t float |
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Shit, all or nothin', no bluffin', if I have to, I’m bustin' |
Homeboy, my game’s tight: |
I could talk the Virgin Mary out her panties the same night |
From a cocoon on the dark side of the moon |
The illest nigga existin', I know who you are: |
FUBAR, fucked up beyond all recognition |
In the middle of the ghetto I’m buildin' a casino |
Like Bugsy Siegel illegal employ niggas and Latinos |
Shootout wit the ATF and FEMA, to free C-BO, see dough |
They got me like Steven Biko, cept I pack vente cinqo |
Rowdy Los Angeleno, you got knocked the fuck out like Deebo |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Stacks that you can’t float |
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Shit, all or nothin', no bluffin', if I have to, I’m bustin' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Stacks that you can’t float |
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo' |
Gotta get that cash, gotta get that dough |
Shit, all or nothin', no bluffin', if I have to, I’m bustin' |