Lyrics All Or Nuthin' - Three 6 Mafia
Three
6 Mafia
Mystic
Stylez
All
Or
Nothin′
(Lord
Infamous)
Gotta
have
a
big
back
Bank
account
not
pitty
amounts
Bud
by
the
pound
Smoke
a
mothafuckin'
ounce
A
mean
ass
crib
All
digital
studio
And
some
down
ass
hoes
for
the
road
I
want
it
all
or
nothin′
I
want
it
all
or
nothin'
They
bitches
with
a
punch
bowl
of
weed
I
call
it
bud
in
bed
On
the
spread
Plenty
cash
Dumpin'
blunt
ashes
on
they
ass
A
bed
with
hydrolix
Liqour
cause
I′m
alcoholic
No
college
for
my
knowlege
Cause
I
knew
how
to
make
profits
Don′t
like
expensive
clothes
Just
the
gangsta
aparrel
Grab
my
route
foul
As
I
walk
down
the
threshold
Black
as
a
shadow
Smoke
loc
vehicle
Hit
Triple
6 up
on
my
motorola
portable
Keepin'
it
key
low
pro
flow
In
the
studio
Part
time
jiggalo
Rock
a
show
to
make
some
dough
Lord
Infamous
Mafios
a
gangsta
pimp
playa
Got
on
my
brand
new
scarecrow
underwear
600
acre
marajuana
field
in
my
backyard
Smokin
banana
leaves
on
my
lawn
chair
Playa
cause
a
room
Full
of
mothafuckin′
bombs
and
artillery
All
fuckin'
century
I
need
Chorus
Plenty
money
and
dope
Alot
of
fine
hoes
A
fresh
car
and
crib
That′s
how
I
like
to
live
I
want
it
all
or
nothin'
(Juicy
"J")
Back
in
the
days
I
was
broke
No
joke
Fucked
up
in
town
No
g′s
no
hope
A
nigga
used
to
hike
home
from
school
On
the
bike
trail
Wishin'
one
day
this
rap
shit'll
probably
make
me
bail
Lil′?
was
the
niggas
I
used
to
hang
with
North
Memphis
bound
bitch
Hangin′
on
Evergreen
corners
Holdin'
my
fuckin′
nuts
Watchin'
freaks
walk
by
Sayin
dirty
bitch
wassup
But
they
wasn′t
goin'
Cause
they
want
a
nigga
sellin′
yam
A
mean
four
way
With
the
grain
wood
his
ass
in
95.0
chevy
thang
with
the
vogues
But
I
used
to
catch
the
bus
And
lounge
and
the
china
store
I
just
couldn't
wait
Tryin'
to
rap
to
get
my
final
break
Juicy
"J"
AKA
The
Juice
I
want
it
on
my
tape
Sell
and
make
money
So
the
niggas
in
my
hood′ll
know
Any
one
wanna
ride
I′ll
be
singin'
this
chorus
Chorus
(DJ
Paul)
In
the
9-5
I
decided
fuck
this
underground
tape
shit
Stack
some
cheese
So
quit
puts
on
my
disses
Tryin′
to
break
bitch
Kinda
quick
kinda
fast
To
a
bigger
studio
Bullshit
producers
tryin'
to
fuck
me
up
my
asshole
Tradin′
ass
niggas
sayin'
they
do
Just
enough
for
me
If
you
ain′t
for
real
Then
keep
it
to
yourself
Cause
see
I
ain't
got
time
Plus
aint
in
a
mood
for
playin
no
fuckin
games
You
cross
me
somethin
and
I
dont
get
it
I
gotta
lay
it
down
But
I
ain't
and
I′m
not
nigga
I
gotta
make
more
than
I
did
in
the
9
For
whatever
it
takes
it
wont
be
easy
Cause
in
they
never
why
In
dough
it
better
stay
like
this
Or
get
greater
Cause
if
a
nigga
fuck
me
now
I
promise
he
pay
for
it
later
That′s
why
I
beat
you
to
my
game
And
I
learned
the
business
Cause
you
will
straight
be
missin'
Without
a
witness
I
want
a
pound
of
weed
And
a
candy
face
in
the
den
A
bank
account
readin′
a
mill
And
a
95
Benz
Chorus
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1 Tear da Club Up
2 Mystic Styles
3 Porno Movie
4 Long Nite
5 Da Summa
6 In da Game
7 Classic Intro.
8 War With Us
9 We Got Da Dope
10 Fuckin With Dis Click
11 Now I'm Hi
12 Break Da Law
13 Sweet Robbery
14 Big Bizness
15 Gotta Touch 'Em
16 All Or Nuthin'
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