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shit came from within this
Rollin' in this money
And it's so tremendous
Watch me count this cash
I don't know how I'll spend this

Hand going back

Fly, inside, Star City is my home just come inside
Dead dreams came to be alive
All these bad memories I tried to set aside
Fly, inside, Star City is

'm taking his life
Just like something I found
(Ay, lil bitch)

Run up them bands
Count up the cash
Niggas be talking & hating
Run up them bands
Count up them

count my blessings
I'm to worried 'bout my hittas in the back
that's Smith & Wesson yeah

I don't really get it, everybody 'round me switching
Guess what

learn your lesson
I'll put you to sleep with my smith and Wesson
Don't make a peep, just count your blessings
A kid from the streets with some bad

black and she Asian (Asian)
Just look how she walk when she came in
She hate it when I got to go on the road
But she like it when I bring back

Forevermore you'll be
More than just a memory
Under the cloak of night
I bring her home and make things right
Cause nothing can keep us apart
She's got dark

(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence

If I Should Die Before I Wake

Ice Cube

Born Again

1999

nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is

Put it in a song
Now every time this word gets
Used his memory lives on
I'm about to tell you what it
Is so you can sing along
(Fucksticks) When I miss

do you go
When I close my eyes
Lights shine in night time I stare at stars to feel right I don't know why I tend to
Look back to count these memories

up 
Broke boy and down and wishing he got cash like us
Thats enough 
I ain't finna flex just finna rap my stuff 


Popping shit
I talk my shit 
cnd

I just came from Atlanta
And I just left with your bitch
Yeah I just left with your bitch
Damn I just left with your bitch

She wanna fuck in

ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from

the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging

fuck em all
It's just me and my niggas taking over the game
And since I conquered this craft, nothing will be the same

Not a dollar on me, this home

feel right, but real life, ain't always
Easy and simple
And if you don't believe me just use me as an example cuz i

Left home broke, came back home

Rippin'

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

points
I like to count bank but I don't roll joints
I'm a hardcore be	-Boy sitting on a throne
Never hanging on a ave' just kick it at home
Girlies

through the bottle, Man this shits depressing
It's like I'm playing Russian Roulette with a Smith & Wesson
And I'm just try'na count my blessings but

gave my brother
And we can use it for just us four
What you talking 'bout four, you forgot how to count
Ohh I get it, you wanna bring your boyfriend

need to change, 
i be too stuck in my ways 
wanna fuck then she get slayed,
by that money you get slayed

baby i dint come to play 
i just came here

(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence

Makin' moves, so they watchin' closely
Did it by my lonely
MVP, I'm Mahomes in O.T
Hand the trophy, pay what you owe me
At the Ritz with your shorty,

the loose ends
And I'm going
Hard all day long
Avoiding questions, asking me why I ain't came home
Street lights on, and I still ain't came home
Street Street