[Tikki Diamond]   Restless, haha   The East Coast (y'all know where I'm comin from)   I want it all, Warren G man   (T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), don't forget, haaa   Check it out y'all         Call me Tikki Diamond 2000, I'm the future   I'm the voice that'cha need to get used ta   I want it all, y'all probably know by now   I want the world, y'all probably know by now   Here's my life, look at the three in front it   Bentley, me and Warren G in front it   Bougy nigga, I call lunch "brunch"   Old school, I call punks "chumps"   What's life without the best of it?   What's a half a ki if you ain't got the rest of it? Feel me   It's just the ways of the pros, the nay's and the no's   If y'all wanna see me, wear shades at my shows   You get G's like a fool, Killa Bees like the Wu   I ain't satisfied til I squeeze somethin new   I want it with no miles, brand new smell   Put my life on wax, you'll be like "Damn it do sell"         [Warren G]   Well aah, I want it all, I'm destined to ball (ball)   With plaques on the wall (wall), got somethin for all y'all   From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki's   So when you come to the town you're watched over by Gz   The head honcho, buckin fools like a bronco   C-E-O, shootin cilo, ten be-low   A true vet on the worldwide set   Y'all don't know about them M-16's with bayonettes         Chorus: Warren G   I want it all, money, fast cars, diamond rings   Gold chains and champagne, shot every damn thing   I want it all, houses, expenses   My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple of Benz's   I want it all, brand new socks and drawers   And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all   I want it all, all, all, all   I want it all, all, all, all, all         [Memphis Bleek]   Yeah   Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos I'm sunk in the seat   Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat   I hit the blunt for my bad broads   Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, pull off   like, fuck the world, I don't owe y'all nuttin   If I do, take it in blood, the Memph don't front   I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods   But I'm from the projects, it don't look that good   I gotta pissy elevator (and) a dog staircase (and)   tre-8 and crack, wan' fuck with that?   I got beef with the D's for the way I rock my jeans   Stand on the corner with blunts and Coronas   Couple of birds, and I'm tryin to hustle for birds   Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb   I want money the fast way, the crack stash way   Gat blast way, the last laugh way motherfucker         Chorus         [Drag-On]   Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon' do more than nip you   It's gon' place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you   Rain wash away the chalk, and according to who you are   While you're snorin in the morgue, you'll get a drawing on the wall   You can't see me so don't look, I pop off cops like moon shook   Shells will fill you up like home cook   Forget about the book, ain't no recipe when y'all step to me   It's only one way up and that's if y'all don't pay up   Y'all pays forth, them days is up   You're lucky if you'll be able to   walk straight enough cos I'm done with beefin   Like a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas   Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athlete   Some niggas say I'm spoiled, nigga how's that?   I ain't got no mom and no dad, I ain't know where the fuck my house is at   All I knew is where them ounces at and what I'm countin back   or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for