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
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',
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
what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it scares you cause people don't be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all about it... Guess what I
Jump 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
m still just chokin' smokin' same old thing Ain't nothing changed Yeah, I'ma send this one out to all the dank smokers out there It's all good baby boy
act out parts of the Bible. But these were pretty low budget productions and shot in a church basement or somebody's ###160109 and all the prophets had
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 son, they
of mind, rugged but my lady fine Fly face, waist 8 or 9, rocking all the late designs Stepping like, y'all don't waste my time on that Mary J. Looking
playboy gon' bring it ya heard me I'm tryin to have y' all wait to see what I sell And a block full screamin' up at TRL Another thing I want y' all
a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner
Nothing but coke bottles poppin? in the club Five-star restaurant, table for two You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew We can party all
