Lyrics:
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
I understand with the rhyming I'm
The goat
Diamond they slang around me like
Some ropes
Moving like Whitney Bobby off the
Coke
Kicking that shit that
dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Who be the last man standin' when I cock back the cannon? (Bobby!)
And blast your ass in search for
people who felt silent
May we all live long and our parent living lavish
For you I would die, I bleed on this canvas
Can’t count on weather
Can’t count
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
ain't a rapper flex
I just gotta let 'em know that money don't mean shit without self-respect
Built myself an empire
You can have rap, I'ma set
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I
Wu-Tang forever
Who rhyme better?
We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever
R.I.P. O.D.B
Comin' through like Killa Bee
Ever since I heard
Reminiscing to back when I was broke
I'm the definition for a mother fucker striving On his own mission you can
Wait in line bitch I got business with these
Half of thease crabs can't even rhyme right
Which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
What you want I already got
And after I control I keep
Let me start by saying that I made it out the last few years and never copped a "stimi"
Everything I said the truth and yet they never feel me
I
To my daughter
For all the things I should teach
It will be to count
Spoonful
VS cups
VS teaspoons
The difference in tape measure stretched
fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney
fuck 'em, and they can not stop me
So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on
A n**** that's livin in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cause
You can't stay on by my side, little bitch, you keep on acting iffy
All these bitches in my face, but I'm just tryna chase my benji's
Probably should've
I'm dead
cnd If anybody's asking tell em I've been in the lab
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up
(Count it up all day)
Take your time
With your
the night: when Mike is winning the fight
But I can't take the mismatch right
Why I move to the four corners on the block
Fuck those crooked cops
Chop 20piece
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
on earth could make me walk away
Bobby can just switch it up has to pay for the play
Oh I wish I had somebody who could be good enough to love have someone
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )
need,
As the dog told the great tree trunk,
I'm all you need.
You can count on me, you can count on me.
As the adding machine once said, you can
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