All I Need (All I Have)

[Intro] 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 [Hook] 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] 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 [Hook] 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] 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 [Hook] All I have is my real niggas (You know) Get this cash with my real niggas 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) [Hook] 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