all or nothing I'll take all your lovin If it's all or nothing I want what you want its not enough Chorus If it's all or nothing I want your love I want
Eastside, Westside, I'll be in my Converse This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am All they gotta do is
queen but you nothing but a man You wanna keep it clean but you can't Why it gotta be, like, that And what the life, see life is like a J shot Shooters
I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all
back, for now at least Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece! [Violent J] What up y'all? (What up?) What's happenin? It's been six months and my dick
sick fuck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11." [Violent J] Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at
Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just
Steady] In Detroit doing time, time being done Without not another solution Without nothing but wicked men How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years Got they necks blown off or
nothing other than people you feel, I'm deeper for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill Rest in peace [Baby talking] Yeah, you underdig, shorty its all
you kick it like that You be calling me when your man's in the back When the shit blows up, you can go on me Cause he don't know nothing 'bout a rider
above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon Y'all
all good right now Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze Cause all I
how you planned Make it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J Cole that" It must be hard for your projects to take all
a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train Its dope, then you should know the suppliers name Its J. Cole, set of horns and a halo And all these
fans, coliseums all out sold out And when they call out your name you pull out fake clout 'Cause you're sauerkraut, you're not really about Nothin',
