[Tikki Diamond]
Restless, haha
The East Coast (y`all know where I`m comin from)
I want it all, Warren G man
(T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), don`t forget, haaa
Check it out y`all
Call me Tikki Diamond 2000, I`m the future
I`m the voice that`cha need to get used ta
I want it all, y`all probably know by now
I want the world, y`all probably know by now
Here`s my life, look at the three in front it
Bentley, me and Warren G in front it
Bougy nigga, I call lunch "brunch"
Old school, I call punks "chumps"
What`s life without the best of it?
What`s a half a ki if you ain`t got the rest of it? Feel me
It`s just the ways of the pros, the nay`s and the no`s
If y`all wanna see me, wear shades at my shows
You get G`s like a fool, Killa Bees like the Wu
I ain`t satisfied til I squeeze somethin new
I want it with no miles, brand new smell
Put my life on wax, you`ll be like "Damn it do sell"
[Warren G]
Well aah, I want it all, I`m destined to ball (ball)
With plaques on the wall (wall), got somethin for all y`all
>From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki`s
So when you come to the town you`re watched over by Gz
The head honcho, buckin fools like a bronco
C-E-O, shootin cilo, ten be-low
A true vet on the worldwide set
Y`all don`t know about them M-16`s with bayonettes
Chorus: Warren G
I want it all, money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne, shot every damn thing
I want it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple of Benz`s
I want it all, brand new socks and drawers
And I`m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y`all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah
Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos I`m sunk in the seat
Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat
I hit the blunt for my bad broads
Hit a shot from the 4`s for my dead dogs, pull off
like, fuck the world, I don`t owe y`all nuttin
If I do, take it in blood, the Memph don`t front
I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods
But I`m from the projects, it don`t look that good
I gotta pissy elevator (and) a dog staircase (and)
tre-8 and crack, wan` fuck with that?
I got beef with the D`s for the way I rock my jeans
Stand on the corner with blunts and Coronas
Couple of birds, and I`m tryin to hustle for birds
Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb
I want money the fast way, the crack stash way
Gat blast way, the last laugh way motherfucker
Chorus
[Drag-On]
Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon` do more than nip you
It`s gon` place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you
Rain wash away the chalk, and according to who you are
While you`re snorin in the morgue, you`ll get a drawing on the wall
You can`t see me so don`t look, I pop off cops like moon shook
Shells will fill you up like home cook
Forget about the book, ain`t no recipe when y`all step to me
It`s only one way up and that`s if y`all don`t pay up
Y`all pays forth, them days is up
You`re lucky if you`ll be able to
walk straight enough cos I`m done with beefin
Like a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas
Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athlete
Some niggas say I`m spoiled, nigga how`s that?
I ain`t got no mom and no dad, I ain`t know where the fuck my house is at
All I knew is where them ounces at and what I`m countin back
or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for
Chorus (x2)
