[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
  
   Chorus (x2)