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ain't no Kap in my kneel
And I'm wiping my wit eyes the blue hunnit bills
Why they keep rapping bout buying these things
I came up from nothing I'm

Yea We Pop Perk Pills
Now She Wanna Come With Me
cnd She Pop 2 Pills and
I Don't Know If csleep
Yes We Count Big Bills
Some cre Blue Some are Green

Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw

pull and they all wanna party but you still can’t
Check Check the bill face
Blue hunnid hunnids we go shopping like it’s bill gates money
We go dumb but

the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat old monkey
I'mma buy a brand new Caddy on fours
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everything
Platinum

the street, now a nigga really married to this shit
I was broke than a bitch, now I'm havin' all this grip
Need blue cheese salad, nothin' added to the mix

always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,

on da filp side none of these bills a stay still  investigating in all of all of these drugs u gotta pay bills  no questions I m chucking a dub cus nigga

by all means
More money more green
And on my waist more bill in my Jeans
And publicity got to be on more Screens
And in my blood success in my genes

sticks, I could break any bill
My pistol be buckin' like when I'm a killer
I told the feds, my blinky the killer

I come outside, they like, who is this

The salad bar at the Miramar 
Is deader than your vegan shoes 
They're running low at the blood bank 
Of everything but Royal Blue 
At the House

I been like Deion for eons
You ain't nothing but a biatch

Messed around and let me read up
I come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube,

Straight To the Bank [Edited Version; Edit]

50 Cent

Curtis [Clean]

2007

see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads

The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test

Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still

10,000 blue dead heads stuffed in duffle
The money and me stay together like a couple
Got it from out the mud so I kept me shovel
So many blocks in

got it sorted
Stay on my bills you gon see when I'm chartin' eh
They might be drippin' in Prada
I'm tryna drip from the water in Florida

So let me just

their blue flags cut through bait on an
L like "Who's that?"
Tizz said "Bill up an L, let me 2's that"
(Ayy, swing it)
He got caught with his girl, that's

The world is so toxic, I can barely breathe
It's people that's getting killed by the police
That's why every day I get down on my knees 
And pray

Small Change

Tom Waits

Mainstreet

1976

Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went

regime, red or blue
They the Bloods and the Crips
Many life lost from their gross politics
Full the tricks no treats
So we all up in the street
People kids

the die
Why do I lie when I'm scared to fly
Cause I'll never get high if I'm standing by

When the blue gets bluer      
And the red feels hot
When

years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 bills
Homicide though
Genocide when I ride
When we die
Only God knows where

the hood)
We do not play by the rules(Huh)
My beat came from London, this rhythm and blues
I really wait got a screw from the
Juice
Went hard on beat got few

(Came out the hood)
We do not play by the rules (Huh)
My beat came from London, this Rythm and blues
I really wait got a screw from the juice
Went hard