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Yeah, I'm sick and tired these niggas act like hoes
I'm staying to myself I'm counting money, countin' rolls
No label behind me yeah, I do it on my

music seen and never topped the list, bet every hood gon' hear it

Dirty money, tried to clean it, but that Lysol ain't work
I was posted in them

I got in return
Broke my flow down, they still can't describe it in words
And all the work they say they put in, I gotta confirm
Put my hood in

youth 
Write SOS in the sand only to be saved by you 

I know know 
I been running with the time
Can't see what's next to me
Cause this lifestyle it got

Mona Lisa I can see ya ah paint picture
Look ya in ya eyes, I can see the bigger picture
All things is seen, but never understood
This money into

the K blow)
Baddie with an attitude 
Her favorite is the Draco 
(Mmmhm)

Roll my gas baby, know I can't keep the tank low (Yeah, Mhmm)
VVS shawty flexed

the K blow)
Baddie with an attitude
Her favorite is the Draco
(Mmmhm)

Roll my gas baby, know I can't keep the tank low
(Yeah, Mhmm)
VVS shawty flexed up

pounds here.
And young nigga's push work by the pound in... (CALI)
Yeah we get down in cali, leave 'em in the ground in cali.
I'm from the state where they

Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers
Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus

[Chorus:

haters x2 

Everyday day I wake I'm on another mission 
These gangsta worst hoes everyday they bitching 
I'm in the same hood same place I'm gettin money

the Eastside now
So come on, hop up in my ride
Take you on my journey through the Eastside

I speak explicit, surrounded by lies and fast women
On the grind, but

still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I

the game by the pimp from Hempstead 
now I've got the ice money that's baguette bread 
I pay the haters no mind and forget them

Bang Loose

WC

Ghetto Heisman

2002

on Unsolved Mysteries
I got warrants for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off(??) trying to take these keys
A female fely in Burberry
Picking up money from

and Im a gangsta true, want a rider by your side and Im the chosen dude, getting high while we ride and you can roll a few, drop the top for your friends

that young nigger drip
came fron the city off a trip
workin in the hood make it flip
tryna go break me down a brick
turn it into money real quick
now i

Hood rats in the trap, you shouldn't've seen that
When my main drive by told my side put the seat back
I got three, four, five bad hoes on a beanbag

it's gonna
Be a good summer
So much things on the hoods wish list
So I'm gonna make sure it's
Gonna be a good Christmas
Hard times June we deserve this

Playin' with me is a bad decision (okay)

With my lil baby
She hold the 380 like it was an infant
Once you get talkin' 'bout money
Then suddenly you've got

a bag of money
If that's the case bitch then you're
A big sack of pennies
My niggas make it rain
I'm dancing in the rain gene Kelly
And every box they

your mind and your soul I want your laughs and your tears
But once you give it to the world that's when you lose control
By the time y'all hear this I'll

jeans yeah
If I go deep who really pulling up with me yeah
I'm smoking green my niggas grew up by the sea yeah
I'm in your hood sipping on some fucking

Thug Love

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,

and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
So take my advice
Don't trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground

I used