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Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

a shadow
Money on my mind, G's to stack
26 glock nine split ya wig back
I gotta pocket full of duckets
You about to get off all nuggets
Gutter ghetto,

Yeah
Hey

I got the grams, but I ain't talking crackers (No)
I went from gutter to platters (Yeah)
I swear my pockets got fatter
When I get

jam, yeah
Designer my jeans
I fill my pockets with cheese, okay
Stacking my cream
Got Rick Owen shoes, my feet okay
Spent 5500 on shades
Don't you come

fill up my cup, ew (yeah)
Fill up my cup, ew
(yeah) , fill up my cup, ew

Jban$, Jban$
Hold up, just lemme hit my cup, ugh
Rick Owen pockets, they

of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now

Picture Me Rollin'

CPO

All Eyez on Me

1996

stone-facin' is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin' a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'
It's hard to imagine picture me rollin'

men to the shop by force,or is blood on my white airforce, living got no beef that's fault,I'm a ceo a boss yeah,pockets fat as Ross,I get racks but I

Good to Go

Bun B

Trunk Muzik 0-60

2010

(Poppers on the Chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp C (Pocket full of stones)
I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants
I rock

at the Ross
Never downing my N*****, my words full of wisdom
I’ll take care of mines, whatever it costs

Takeover badge, I’mma show you my worth
Get with

Rick
Sellin' these pounds, nigga
That's a quick flip
I got the pounds, put it on a ship
Glock 19, with extended full clips
How you in the field? Nigga,

ting dem customized, dragon chain it full ah ice
Dawg nuh badda ask fih verses
If yuh cyah afford di price
Mi nuh rush tings cah me a run tings
Pocket

I wrote
Hope it get you off death row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
A Metro PC phone, then you went back in
So when I touch the pen
The pen

Poe Mans Dream (His Vice)

GLC

Section.80

2011

you to know that I'm so determined
To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones

I Miss My Love

Fabolous

Loso's Way

2009

week I watched fifty thousand grams go
Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's
Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo

Even got detectives if

I got a pocket full of stoooonneess
And they wont leave me alooooonnneee
I got a pocket full of stones but they are actual stones
I pick em up like

a
Pocket full of counterfeit
My bitches they nasty Bottega she classy
Heard she got her own bag
She don’t even ask me (Rich)

Do what I say she did Simon

Bitch, I'm with them guys
Know we got sticks and number nines
So we gon' send you up to God
Yo' bitch eat dick up like some fries
Yeah, we gon' pop out by

She Lemme clip like I'm pg
Nah I ain't cold but it's Free z
I had to tell her don't tease me
Don't shake my hand don't piece me
Td ya pockets teeny

money where my mouth is, let it parlay
I swear you can get money in a lot of ways
You ain't gotta sell drugs to
Get them pockets straight
I'm

fill my bank get my bank full
Fill up my mufuckin safe
One day Ima buy me a wraith 
Ill live in a mansion by the lake damn
Like its my birthday want that

Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down

bands, pockets flooded up
And what I got in my advance, make yo' stomach fucked
I keep a strap up on my waist, it got a hollow tucked

'Cause like,

know I hit like 5 times
Chanel Number 9
I got pockets
Full of dead guys
Play with my time
Cause its lobster
And its fine wine
In the night
Stomach

of the ceiling are painted in blood
The lights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart
And the coins in my