I Want It All

[LA The Darkman]

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 billion 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, Land Cruiser and a Benz

And a mafia 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

Flow 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 lai nigga without a regard

I need seven 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 on a stake, 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)

I want it all

Surrounded by techs and shit

I want it all

A fly mansion with crazy kids

I want it all

A million dollars and diamond jewels

I want it all

I wanna pay these fuckin fools

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)

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