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kanye west – all i need (all i have) lyrics

[intro]
n-gg-s 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 f-g 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
sh-t, we at odds ’til we even up
’til you leave on a stretcher or i leave in cuffs
n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s 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
[hook]
all i have is my real n-gg-s (what?)
get this cash with my real n-gg-s (come on)
give my last to my real n-gg-s
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s
all i have is my real n-gg-s
get this cash with my real n-gg-s (come on)
give my last to my real n-gg-s (come on)
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s

[verse 2: cristina]
y’all n-gg-s ready for war? i’m ready
easy with the clip, girl, hold it steady
man i’m ’bout to squeeze back, c-ck and bust hot lyrics
c-ck back, pop, and touch y’all spirits
send ’em to h-ll, make their residence more evil
this beat here make me wanna kill four people
three n-gg-s and one hoe, turn b-tches 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 n-gg-s better believe somethin’
‘fore i squeeze somethin’ and leave somethin’
it ain’t nothin’ with my real n-gg-s

[hook]
all i have is my real n-gg-s
get this cash with my real n-gg-s (that’s right)
give my last to my real n-gg-s (come on)
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s
all i have is my real n-gg-s
get this cash with my real n-gg-s (come on)
give my last to my real n-gg-s (come on)
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s

[verse 3]
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 n-gg- 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 c-ck back and drop a f-g
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

[hook]
all i have is my real n-gg-s (you know)
get this cash with my real n-gg-s
give my last to my real n-gg-s (that’s right)
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s (for my real n-gg-s)
all i have is my real n-gg-s (that’s all i have in this world)
get this cash with my real n-gg-s
give my last to my real n-gg-s (konman productions)
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s (brian “all day” miller, come on)
[hook]
all i have is my real n-gg-s (that’s right)
get this cash with my real n-gg-s
give my last to my real n-gg-s
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s
all i have is my real n-gg-s
get this cash with my real n-gg-s
give my last to my real n-gg-s
c-ck back, blast, for my real n-gg-s

- kanye west lyrics

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