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hood phone lose
The gang asked me why I'm OT juggin' ("Lil' broski, why you been OT juggin'?")
'Cause I'd rather sit down for the food than bootings

I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
I call an Uber for the night, your broad

Eyy
Ooouuuh ouh hoo woah
They say time heals but I'm feeling numb
I cannot decide cause I'm still feeling down
They say time heals but I'm feeling

the whole block till everybody drown
We got wholesale we got breakdown
This for my nigga in them prisons dodging shakedown
I had to double up the lawyers

then roll a blunt
Go make some cash
Then double back for three (haha)
Oh what a feeling
Keeping food around the table
(What a feeling)
Hustled everyday

me you looking for trouble
Come looking for us you now you made it a double
And the hate from opp don't stop
(Stop)
And the hate from opp don't stop

might ball by myself don't need no pick and roll
And my Backwood stuffed wit gas just like the texaco
Skraight for Colorado inhale the bestest smoke
I hit

speed finna rush
And they pullin up, then it's up
Charging em double, for the dutch
Too many gang signs, got em touched
He ain't a klutz, that was us

I

count am for me my brother
If I don offend you
Right now on my knees am pleading 
Let by gones be bygones
No dey count am for me my sister 
If I don

carefully
Racks in the bed 
Gotta count it for therapy

Been a long time 
Swear I come from the dirt
All of these diamonds 
keep makin her thirst 
Gold vvs

wont fight or they'd be finished in a round
If you tryna make bets I would double the amount
That would be a lot of money, I don't have the time to count

gonna find a lot of different counts
I want different amounts
Fuck a ten
I only count by twenty
I don't even mean money
Double up on it
Eating my steak

4-5-6

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

to the floor 
I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score 
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!' 
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash 
Hammies

'cause I got down
In my double entendre (suh)
Dolce & Gabbana, dressin' casually (suh, suh)
In my big automatic, I don't drive it manually (suh, suh,

no time, it's now or never,
we march to defeat
Been dealt the cards it's all or nothing,
win or lose, it counts for something,
we will not concede, we

Nobody knew what I dealt
All without using no help
Cooking it up like a chef
1 deep I move by myself
And I do that cuz is better
I'm do me for the better
I

Count this cash yeah I had to run it up
Forget what they talking niggas not real enough
Give me a cup and I poor up a double cup
I with my Brovas

that are smart learn
To carefully count the amount they art earns
Barefoot we walk on a dirt
Trail full of broken glass
I’m prepared to say (I’ma be

If there's anything at all in this world you want
Better go for yourself, yeah
Learn to pick it up with your own two hands
Don't you count

to the bar, drinks on us

If you wanna hang out with the gangstas, y'all go 'head
I'm just gonna count a little mothafuckin' bread
If y'all wanna slither with

I waited
For the ones who had abandoned me
I lost patience
Fuck the ones who had looked down on me
Roll me a blunt for I start up my day
Hotbox

Can't Truss It

Public Enemy

Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

1991

crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so it teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who

I been tryna get it mind for a long time
I been tryna get it mind for a long time
But I’m enlightened by grind
Remember I was down and out
Nah

nigga doing the most
Double R creep down the street turn em to a ghost 
An I gotta lotta power got me feeling like I'm ghost 

I been tryna get the dough