Lyrics: Lloyd Banks. I Have It All.

[Chorus:]
Big plate! Big dinner! Bitch I'm a made nigga! (YEAH!)
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody; me and my gravedigger! (uh!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (yeah!)
I'm a have it, uh! - I'm a have it all! (uh!) (I gotta keep mind on!)
Cool nigga, smooth nigga; girl, I ain't playin' witcha! (naaah!)
Get lost or get the picture! - Don't let the gate hit ya! (yeah!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (I'm on, you're the next nigga!)
I'm a have it a... - I'm a have it all! (uh!)

[Verse 1:]
Shorty psychic! - See, we just met and she know how I like it. (uh-huuh!)
I piped it! - Told her: "I'm the one she should spend her night with'! " (riight!)
I hyped it! - Juiced her! - Kama - sutra, my timing super (whooo!)
King - ruler! Won't nobody gon' do ya like I'm a do ya. (naah!)
Screw ya, bring him to see us her Keeya like the ladies tool (tool!)
2 different sets of hands! - Oops! Look whatchu made me do! (uh-huh!)
That body made for Blue [Hefner]!
Low-down dog and playa, that may be true, Mercedes cool since 1982! (whoo!)
G'd up, feet up! - Talkin' big and smokin' weed up
Right and left hand on that D-cup, now lay down and putcha knees up.
Can you keep up? (uh-huuh!) - I raise my level! (level!) - Pick up my pace
If you break down, I guess I gotta settle. (what?) - Pick up yo face;
I ain't gon' chase them bitches; chase me! (me!)
All way back to the crib from AC to taste me. (yeeah!)
They on my shit, I'm bout my flip, know how to stock a grip, (grip!)
My life is real! Ain't nothin' silver spoon or chocolate chip. - 'Bout time I hit! ('Bout time I hit...)

[Chorus:]
Big plate! Big dinner! Bitch I'm a made nigga! (yeah!)
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody; me and my gravedigger! (uh!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (yeah!)
I'm a have it, uh! - I'm a have it all! (uh!) (I gotta keep mind on...)
Cool nigga, smooth nigga; girl, I ain't playin' witcha! (naaah!) (bicth stop!)
Get lost or get the picture! - Don't let the gate hit ya! (yeah!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (Get lost!)
I'm a have it a... - I'm a have it all! (uh!)

[Verse 2:]
Nah! - Ain't no hello, be stiletto; back to the fuckin' ghetto! (bye!)
Local nigga, foreign pedal handle the fuckin' metal. (uuuh!)
Money's the devil! - Pussy follows right behind; I'm out my mind!
Who gon' say it's not my time? - 'Bout my hustle, 'bout my grind!
"I'm - so high! - And I don't even know why
I'm still here wastin' time with' you! You got to go ma, NO I'm
Not them other niggas! (niggas!)
That fall in love with' bitches! (bitches!)
See I'm a different kind, (kind!)
I'm out here gettin' mine! (mine!)"
I got a money smell, top down and no fuckin' L
Glock down! And I'm smokin' big - trapped inside this fuckin' hell! (yeah!)
You want all they got, Gucci, Prada, Chanel! (yeah!)
Louis, Chloe and Fendi! (yeah!) - Bread and a 2-door Bentley. (yeah!)
My hood polluted, they shootin', boostin' and prostitution (uh-huh!)
Ain't no snoozin', that brings losin', just keep the product movin'. (ugh!)
"I wake up with' my G! - that's how it has to be. (be!)
If I ain't mackin' these bitches, then they'd be mackin' me! " (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Big plate! Big dinner! Bitch I'm a made nigga! (MADE!)
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody; me and my gravedigger! (uh!)
I'm a have it all, uh! (yeah!) - I'm a have it all, uh! (I gotta keep mind on!)
I'm a have it, uh! - I'm a have it all! (uh!)
Cool nigga, smooth nigga; girl, I ain't playin' witcha! (naaah!)
Get lost or get the picture! - Don't let the gate hit ya! (yeah!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh!
I'm a have it a... - I'm a have it all! (uh!)

[Outro:]
Hit the road! Beat ya toes!
Ha'aah!
You so bold it's the code! (uh!)
It's the code!
G that is...
Need to come fuck with' me man!
It's always some shit you never seen... show you some shit!
Nobody you know ever seen!
Haaa!
If you know what we know...
It's still M-O-B though!

[Outro:]
CAN'T FORGET... BIG NICK!
WHASSUP? [police sirens]
M.O.! [police sirens] [beat stops]