It's All Over Songtext / Lyric

(God Bless My Soul) [Repeat: x4]

Fuck it, Get what you got to get and lets get going

Today is the day man






Nigga this is it

Your life and your word ain't shit, spit

This real as it get

Plus, there's no one you can trust

Love what, do it for the lust

Trust, its never to much

Got to get the money in my clutch

Case close shut

Split a nigga gut

Right through the middle like a dutch

Never did like them much, my man

Gather up the artillery

You feelin' me?

What gives, trying to live its killing me

Its all about the whips

Chicks with the hips

Running the number hole, take the chips, ya slips?

Do the dip

See time is moving quick, running out

No time for dumbing out

I got one live to live

A wife, a kid

And I still didn't get the ring or the crib

Look what I did!



[Chorus: Carl Thomas]

What you gonna do?

When the G's in the Ree's then the peeps come knocking at your door

When they come for you

And you know, Its all over!

I'm to swift for you

Cause I keep my game trunk tight and a free nigga ride

Here's my gift to you

Now you know, its all over!



You know what this is

Hughs showed you to get bizz

And what I gotta do to get big

Dick believe, its all about your speed

Cars cash weed

Its all a nigga need, indeed

Seems I was the seed in greed

Born in bullshit

Guns was four-cliped

Finding my self where's nuns and poor pits

Bring it

Step on streets and get to slingin

I'm about to make it hot like piss

Been hungry before but not like this

If lifes a bitch

She needs to get cookin

And cause that fools to get jewels and shit tookin

Baby need milk

When I do it up I need silk

Scales on tilt

That's how a nigga built

I need my money torn like wealth on stilts

Niggas fuck around and get a nigga kilt



[Chorus]



Know why, I'm the antonym of rich consimamon of poor

How could you think of winning on the floor

Your not sure, take the game and went shopping

Your not pure, took the shot for

A penny for your thought, a nickle for a kiss

Well I ain't got a nickle for ya miss

I'm all up in a twist

Fuck all the glamor and the gliss

I'ma hop and skip

Put a slammer in the mix

Till ya is or ya here, the hammer gonna click, clack

Causing you to yelp "GET BACK"!

I want the cake

The early American china plate

The meeting out of drapes

And bottles of Alizae

So I can put my hoes on Surgio Valitain

Hey, smile and say

"Money made my day"

Man I'm telling you the plan

Everything's a scam

Sex cars, put the money in my hand



[Chorus]