All It Takes Lyrics

All It Takes lyrics

Cuddie I don't sleep right

Cuz' when I close my eyes I hear cries

>From my potna's who lost they lives

Visions of bloody brutalities realities

Now stay focused and hope it don't affect my salary

Calorie, they keep my pockets fat

I gots to stack a grip

Try not to trip and keep them gold-diggers off my dick

I'm gettin' sick cuz' I drink 24-7

The way I'm livin' now if I die there's no heaven

Gotta help my potna's in the pen

Cuz they livin' broke, this ain't no joke

On parole and I can't smoke

No sticky indo, roll down the window

Step back the green lights like Nintendo

Up in the game, like a professional

If you ain't havin' money I got to let you go

I need to let you know the rules before you perculate

Rule number one potna never should you pimpitrate

I spit this pimpin' straight cut, no additives

No matter how mad you get biatch

I'm a playa so I serve the game

Maintain, campaign, and have thangs



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1992 I was drownin' in big cases

No its 97' and I'm countin' them big faces

Switch places whupped the four-five and infrared

Filet Mignons and garlic bread

A hard head, big red and gorilla nuts

Got me mobbin' thru the bay like I don't give a fuck

I whipped equiped and stay dipped in butter salt

Peel if she real no scrill then I cut em' off

No fine-ass bitches wit them empty bank books

Worse than them hugly muthafucka's who can't cook

The game cooked, for 5 years in the fed

Now its time for these game hungry nigga's to get fed

Get bread, sew them sucka's down

Smile in my face, but clown me when they not around me

Talk down on my every move, but I couldn't give a damn

Playa's do what they want

The sucka's do what they can



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Twelve one, seven 0 my D.O.B.

And I been breakin' hoes since 83'

Money-makin' business handle it discreetly

Give you my home ###-#### nah beep me

Ain't no tellin' who be tellin' or who they tell

And plus I heard that they be sellin' that concrete yayo

Get your mail, don't act like your lil' sista

And if you lackin' in this mackin' a bet you fista

Deep right as I come tight for this Doo Doo Dumb

And that cat K-Lou, knew how to come

With Mac Dre, that 3C veteran

More game than March Madness, and dope is excessive

Hittin' big licks wouldn't pull no small caper

I'm a be a dog and stay up like wallpaper

Look at these broke bitches like they stank

Love my bank and stay sharp as a shank



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