I Want It All (Original Version) Lyrics

[La the Darkman] Let us hit your shit up.. It's 9-5, I survive, Park shit is still real You know stacks, money, drugs and the whole ordeal Murderers that kill, Alize makes me ill Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill I got on stocks and bonds kid just because I want em And million dollar businesses with Darkman written on em Not a front but an economical stunt I want it all, I hope I didn't put that too blunt Sellin yay, movin on up like the Jeffersons Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz And a mossie of friends to dispose my foes Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-lo Takin care of my peeps cause I know how it be Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see From the roll of poverty but I always got mine Smuggle from New York to Michigan on the mainline Now I'm in cash field still persuin my path Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath I want an abundance of girls to escape the world Throw a party on solo, me and seventeen pearls Puffin on mad lah nigga without a regard I need 33 acres of dungeon blowin in my backyard Full porch through the front and bathrooms as big as kitchens 2000 gallon aquarium to sink my sharks in All home I want an estate, my whole crew livin great Enter the gate unannounced and you will meet your fate I'm with +Carlito's Way+, rollin with the real Protected to infinity in a security shield [Chorus 2X: La the Darkman w/ Biggie sample in the background] I want it all, a Lex and Tecs and shit I want it all, a fly wiz and crazy kids I want it all, Pelee Pelee's and diamond jewels I want it all, and my four-fifth to buck them fools, aight? [La the Darkman] I got big dreams for schemes to have diamond rings and cream And tote nines with infrared beams, with crazy notions of makin motions Floatin yachts on the ocean, travellin coast to coast and My private jet, diamond studded links on my neck A bouncer with 2 techs, a Presidential Rolex Shined to perfection, my arms restin On two breasts, we by the pound when it comes time for sessions Morgan Cannon suits, cold hard boots, crazy loot, rollin in Acura coupes Chromed out revolvers, pearl paint to set it off A million dollar crib plus a loft out north And my capers stackin papers, draped out in luxury Big screen TVs, plush leather livin comfortably And my own private dancers to keep my dick up Two big niggas for my pick ups, ready to do my stick ups Two rottweilers named Cents and Dollar 4 carat diamond tennis bracelets draped around their necks for collars My girl's got a cute 45 Infinity whip With little windows to remedy my sound from all my enemies It's ten to me, deadly killers up in the Bronx PJs and killer waves, ain't a damn thing changed I gotta snatch mine, get it before the whole world ends Either it's Jesus to drink or to the fat Cuban link Slingin stones on the medallion, I'll escape the island Don't give a fuck about you, I'm from this island of Shaolin Which way do you want it, I need condos and hoes Set of vests, gortex, some black Timbos, 850bm, a lighting system that's dim Young deniro damager sittin above the rim LA The Dark, my hustlin goal's to live great Cause I'm a New York nigga catchin money out of state [Chorus 2X] [Outro] KnowI'msayin, La the Dark baby M-A-D A-V-E Wu-Tang, knowI'msayin Peace to my man Tyrik Jones, knowI'msayin For puttin a nigga on strong Doin right not wrong, cause I'm down to get it on KnowI'msayin