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By the way bitch there ain't no more other me
I put all of yuh oldies right under me
Can't remember my opps be as hot as me
Know y'all ain't saying

Yea Yea
Trynna hustle with that pack
Trynna make that shit back yea yea
I'm surrounded by these niggas
And surrounded by these killers yea yea
Trynna

ridin' my dick like fuckin' carriage
In love with the money can't do no marriage
I'm runnin' it up like a fuckin' errand

I just be counting the guap

out these hammers then
Buck on you niggas
Soon as I step in the office
We put them nails in the coffin
Y'all niggas die by that that money
Put hands

wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Counting money my bills blue
Counting money my bills blue
I don't think that I like you
I don't think that I like you

Dollar

Haystak

Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]

2000

is certain
I know them killers is lurking
Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
I ain't stunting 'em, cause they ain't making no cash
I

the fence
I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies
And names of the rappers I checked off my list
They say it's a track, it sound more like

kill me i feel it in my liver
Keep creating magic until a nigga paint a bigger picture
Had a dream I was lamped counting racks
I believe I was meant

homie

I can't do no jokes
Cray
Who
Who the fxxk is that

Hard to get him off the map
You can't ever keep a real bxxch
You ride your ass on a spin
You

untamed
Bleed the block trying to get your change
For the love of do' living
The life of the pain
I gotta ride for y'all
All my niggas locked up behind

Got that exotic different strains
Nigga you can make a pick
Nigga we know Killers by be lurking with the the Sticks
Niggas who get paid just to bust

East Coast/West Coast Killas

Group Therapy

Dr. Dre Presents...The Aftermath

1996

gush 
Cock-diesel cuts 
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic 

East coast killer, West coast killer [x4]

[KRS-One]
Yo, why do they make me want

Yeah real
Real, real, real real, real
Yeah i'ma tell y'all 'bout 'em

I knew a killer named Pluggo
Kept a smile on his face
Thumped the bouncer in

Real Killer

Tech N9ne

Anghellic

2001

by a fling
Made days seem
Really somber
So we both were in agreement
The baby I seen it
Thinking of killing it
Made me almost fall
To the cement
This

doing crypto and I'm flipping shit
All this money coming they be running, They be quick to switch (Too Fast)
I keep counting hunnids, I'm wit Yung that

Dollaz + Sense

DJ Quik

The Best of DJ Quik: Da Finale

2002

Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years

Why these niggas tryna diss when they music be ass
Steady counting these blessings, I'm counting this cash
Got a glock with a switch on my hip, finna

My trap house doing digits
And I can't waste my time
On no silly bitches

I'm steady countin' paper
You niggas counting change
Y'all sent me

handle ya 
Do the dance I banish ya 
I'm serious liker a cancer bruh 
A killer in the first degree you hearing how i murda beats 
Doc cant do no surgery

buying glocks fuck I might as well join em' (Why not?)
And I know it ain't right but you playin' the victim (Fuckin' ho, you fraud!)
So imma keep it by my

my songs
I keep on giving vibes along
Correcting my rights and wrong
Forgetting that i am strong

Why u Dey delay delay delay
To send me your detail

smell
You know I'm counting my racks and my bills
Ion think none of y'all feel how I feel, yeah
Uh, I got trust issues
Aye, we gone wipe his nose, give

y'all all gon
Say my raps is hot
And clearly I showed y'all how to
Take away half the dots Your
Man Mickey keep running his mouth like
I won't grab

and titties
The Niggas you, hang with really be iffy
Nigga run up, don't even hit me
I stay counting, dem hunnids and fifties
Nigga get with me, imma keep it