All I Have

[Intro: Kanye West]

Niggas can't be serious, man

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Yo, I'm the reason metal detectors go off the meter

'Cause I'll run through the airport with the heater

Gets the fag at his plane, and if I miss him

Put two in his brain at the baggage claim

Give him... heavy sluggage, tryna get his luggage

Send him to the crossroads, we way too thuggish

Shit, we at odds 'til we even up

'Til you leave on a stretcher or I leave in cuffs

Niggas wanna live, they done breathed enough

And I bet you next time they'll believe in us

It don't take much brains to know we bust things

My gat must bang, through your Mustang

Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa

Niggas seen Kanye, red dotted them

Hurry up, stash the guns, the cops gon' come

And we gon' say we don't know who shot at 'em

Come on

[Chorus: Taji & Kanye West]

All I have is my real niggas (What?)

Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)

Give my last to my real niggas

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

All I have is my real niggas

Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)

Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

[Verse 2: Cristina Nance]

Y'all niggas ready for war? I'm ready

Easy with the clip, girl, hold it steady

Man I'm 'bout to squeeze back, cock and bust hot lyrics

Cock back, pop, and touch y'all spirits

Send 'em to hell, make their residence more evil

This beat here make me wanna kill four people

Three niggas and one hoe, turn bitches to Jane Doe

Send 'em past rainbows, with the ankles

Hit 'em from all angles, bring the pain though

Blow out the candles, the show's been cancelled

Man, y'all niggas better believe somethin'

'Fore I squeeze somethin' and leave somethin'

It ain't nothin' with my real niggas

[Chorus: Taji]

All I have is my real niggas

Get this cash with my real niggas (That's right)

Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

All I have is my real niggas

Get this cash with my real niggas (Come on)

Give my last to my real niggas (Come on)

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

[Verse 3: Mikkey Nance]

I feel like one lady, five babies and four fathers

Six months searchin' for jobs and no offers

No heat 'cept for the stove

Sleep with two layers of clothes, still wakin' up cold

I'm real, like AIDS

Like the pain you feel when your nigga get strained

That's why I got issues like I got pistols

I gotta make your mama cry but I got tissues

I confess, I'm a gangsta

But I drop my flag, still cock back and drop a fag

Leave him in a bag with a tag on his metatarsals

Awfully ill, man, awfully real

Thugged out, but I'm God's property still

And if I up the steel, I'ma probably kill

If not, you're paralyzed from the waist down

Alright dog, you're the king? I'm the ace now

Face down

[Chorus: Taji & Kanye West]

All I have is my real niggas (You know)

Get this cash with my real niggas (Uh)

Give my last to my real niggas (That's right)

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas (For my real niggas)

All I have is my real niggas (That's all I have in this world)

Get this cash with my real niggas

Give my last to my real niggas (Konman Productions)

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas (Brian "All Day" Miller, come on)

All I have is my real niggas (That's right)

Get this cash with my real niggas

Give my last to my real niggas

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

All I have is my real niggas

Get this cash with my real niggas

Give my last to my real niggas

Cock back, blast, for my real niggas