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classic, static, you want the heat I got it

And the streets love me, the game is easy
pockets full of cash, please believe me
So I can spend weeks in

classic, static, you want the heat I got it

And the streets love me, the game is easy
Pockets full of cash, please believe me
So I can spend weeks in

man, here we go with them choppers and guns
Choppers and guns, choppers and guns
Hope you got choppers and guns

I can hear my brother racin' whip

outta school, 
steady paycheck in hand
 my pockets full of cash
an office in the field
helping farmers work the land
three good years before the crash

I made the cash up, full up this runner
Just bought it, these niggas be falling in on it
Yeah, spit the bars or the microphone The bitch is on, wear

on the block
Pockets full of rocks sellin'
Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo' seven
So what can you do for me and
What can I do for you
But stay true, and do

pon mi waist,
Run up pon me, Brawling yuh get 3 in a yuh face,
Pocket full a cash, dawg me cant walk straight,
Mi grab cash and fling in a safe,
Money

gone
I'm making my moves I stay on the road

So tell me how do you feel
When they don't care see you Down
On your last still don't give you no cash
Got

I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chafe, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner

I'm sorry for the wait

DrawZilla
Yeah, It's a BX thing
I need my money, Darqness, Oun P

I'm on the road to the riches, I suggest that you listen
Full speed on a mission,

do this shit till pass out
As soon as got it I cash out
My pockets are full of holes
I'm praying to God that
I make it with these doubts
I've been low

that
Twenty-four acres and a mule
Best believe that they say he got smoke
Like where the weed at?
And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that
Pockets

Legit Ballers

Twista

Mobstability

1998

the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch 
 take a match and spark up a little bud

from here)

Living broke in apocalypse wit no hope
Dig for gold but get pocket lint
Stop and think trying to cope with a lot of shit
Conflicts on this

Leaving Beirut

Roger Waters

To Kill the Child/Leaving Beirut

2005

a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh

crooked, I'm straight 
Competition, you fake 
The reason they hate, there's not enough money 
Pockets full of hope, anticipate NRT

4k on the jeans, pockets full of blue cheese, 4k Caught up backstage with the groupies
I'm the same nigga walkin' in chains, gon' bust I'm the same

Quarter pound
Whole pound im boutah flip
As I light up some gas
Protection by one pocket
And the other got cash
Ok I took a couple losses
Imma get my get

everyone's asleep
Hop the window with my bag
Got that Orchard matte white
And that semi-gloss black
With a pocket full of Phantoms
And some Skinnies for

(Aye)
Finding my Finding my Finding my

Got my cash up in this maze Cash up in this maze nigga
Figured my way Figured my Way Figured my way out (Aye)

I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up

I can't fuck a opp bitch it don't seem rite
Catch a opp in traffic Nigga that's a geeen light
Glock by my pillow help a Nigga sleep tight
If it ain't

got beef, body in a chop shop
Head to the top try to stop me, you not
Balmain... pocket full of nots
Gas god Nigga hope you ready come shop
Running them

riding clean
A pocket full of green, and find a bad yellow
I can put up on my team
My bros riding dirty
Know your soul ain't clean
And gon' let the Lord