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a west side nigga
Even though I rock the turban
Bag lady in the background
Count it up 'cause I want a billi (a billi)

A billi, billi (ayy, ahh)

be half baked with the whole cake 

Kush and Oj in the background while count cash 

Remember days when he didn’t have stacks

I won’t go back to broke

the smack down
Got a foreign lil ting and she back now
Hair long ass phat that’s her background
She count stacks now
Yeah uh
Cops behind me but they know I’m

my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vegetables

I'm calling out from in the background
Fast count word 'round the campfire
You can't keep

clout
You niggas got no ground on your background
I lose count when im counting all my hits out
Make me feel like I failed maths
But there is no debate

you're going
Cause I might still turn around
Locked on you from this moment 
Just my luck blend back into background 

Listen to the count of three
No name

You're going on and on, and I'm fucking spaced out
Social hologram, I slowly phase out
I've got a background process that's keeping count
Of all

all good
I’m’ma be okay
I ain’t trippin’ off ya lack luster love it’s a new day
In the background
Fade away
In the background, lookin’ down,

Yeah, fourth round, yeah we have a bound
Listen from the background, maybe the surround sound
Yeah, count me in
I got prada, everything (Everything)
If I

control
Got no reason now to worry
Just count on me
'Cause love has gotta take control
You can take hold

Living in the background oh-oh-oh-oh
Living in

Yeah you know it
Yeah you know it
Still moving
I'm still moving
No I can't back down, not now
Doing this thing though I'm playing the background
You

how you lay that eight count
harmonize with the background, leave it all in the moment

pen and pad, we zoning
as we take control, level out with our

Damn, yeah yeah I'm really in my cut now
Same bitches I used to hate
Really wanna fuck now
Wait, you won't name us in the background
We was dead broke,

was just another guy in the background
I don't wanna be that guy in the background
Took a long ass break for the right sound
Now I'm hearing gunshots in

the idle people
We're the ones that don't count
Waiting in the background
But we are mirrors to this world
We speak, if we're heard
But we bleed, if we're

Ones, fives, tens, twenties, counting all day long
Ones, fives, tens, in the background a trap song
Girl help me count money, she count some, I count

over here countin' money like
A bankteller on this side
Gettin' to the money, gettin'
Gettin' to the money
You hear that shit clickin'
In the background

to the money
You hear that shit clickin'
In the background? Drrrrr, ding!
Gettin' to the money
Mi-mi-mixin' up the money
Some never taste that, you heard?

Murda Muzik

Mobb Deep

Murda Muzik

1999

dicks, you need to quit
And let us rep that for them, your raps ain't shit
Your background's incorrect, your song push no effect
On the people, don't

Been a lotta ups and downs
Lotta tears lotta blessins
Blessins
Been a lotta ups and downs always bounce back
Lotta tears lotta blessins always count

Yeah, yeah
Woo
Was down & out (down & out)
Felt like there's no way out (no way out!)
So many, try to doubt (try to doubt)
Too many, I lost count

round, round, round
She dey bounce on my thing with my song for background
I dey give her new new style she say wow, wow, wow, wow
When I start to go

(Ooh you let me down)
(Ooh you let me down)

Yeah it fucking hurts now
I'm just tryna keep count
Never say it out loud
But you let me down
Oh, you

get it like that
Everyday you know I be moving to the stacks
I don't need a bitch to tell me like that
I could move it up, I might count me a rack
We