All Or Nuthin' - Ras Kass

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'