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some dudes from the projects
Did some time in the feds now they got racks in their pockets
So naw it ain't no excuses my nigga get off your ass
Just

tags, show the cash, cause money we kept it comin'
I was just a lil' cuzzo, big cuzzo, he kept on thumbin'
And we love the racks and we like the back ends

What do we do? Is- Do we stand
By and allow the bow section to collapse
Upon itself or in the future
Do we actually

Design some projects for

(Yeah)
Leave his ass slumped by the pool (Yeah)
Come to my city i’m something like biggie
They know i’m the goat and they saying it wit me
I control

Bron Bron
Money cheer her up ass shake like Pom Poms
Hit it from the back run it back better not run
Running up a check yeah it's more where that came

And even after take that to the bed

Black lined there, distracted by words
Zoned out there, where are my nerves
My arms gone numb, but still flippin' up

a meathead open, that's a rift
Make a fire joint, that's a hit
Rob your god damn house, then I just take the trash out
Robbin wallets putting money in ya god

said losing ain't a motherfucking
Navein vodka by the boxes
Probably counting money while you counting losses
Flying in and out the country I'm a rocket

just a loyal ass hard worker drippin wit sauce
I'm on Chedda Island and turnin up wit the team
Taz, Strap, Mossburg Dub, and Cap B
Surrounded by

Ohana means Family
Duce1double be my projects
Second parking lot double R
Pull in backend nigga park that
This where it start at this where
My role

King
Yea, I done seen 'em come and go dawg but I'm still here
Couple projects later I'm heatin' up like the oven air
New black and white Givenchies

Fat Pockets

Showbiz & A.G.

Road of the Hiphop, Vol. 3

2005

always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough
Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow, and then I go
And brother's

Fat Pockets

Show & A.G.

Runaway Slave

1992

always like that
Not only in pocket but in my bank there's stacks and stacks of dough
Cause I move slow, I get my cash flow, and then I go
And brother's

they get paid
the path was layed the bed was set
nicky the cat from the fillmoe 'jects
here go the stealo it aint that odd
kahn, money, clothes, broads

Tryin to buy ourselves free
That's why everybody's singin about cash money

[Spade:]
All around see sin changin' faces
Heads catching cases
Blocks not

a pocket full of rocks
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted
I put the nigga

might get shot
This is where they snatch jewels
Razors splash you
Flex screaming out in the club
Don't let em gas you
Niggas taking pictures of money you

Blood N My Hair

Andre Nickatina

Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll

The batter ramming slang the rage 
I got my games from project floors 
Weed, dope, and dice by the door 
Crush anything that'll cause a threat 
Talk