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Before God tells me to step in home
I want this to be set in stone
Before the last ending Credits Roll
Before God tells me to step in home
I want

just sign here, we can change your dimes in credit (credit)
 
In credit we win you lose
In credit our choices by you
In credit, go buy something used

Hit the, hit the, hit the
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho
I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that
Hit the tone,

Credit

Tower of Power

Power

1987

"Credit"
As performed by
Tower of Power
{ Bass guitar intro }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Do

I want my credit to the decimal 
I won't settle for close enough 
Small digits make me sick
My net is gross enough 
I'm living in the mint
I've got

direction
Help me get outside
My head then, only then ye
Only then
Only then will I feel better babe
Only then will I take care of me
I finally gave you

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

all my brethren really headed in the right direction
If I said it, then I meant it, where's the credit when it's due
They treat us just like some

score, a common type of credit score used by lenders, looks at various aspects of your financial behavior. The largest factor, at 35%, is your payment

One take
Uh
Back in public
Double tapped up
When I front at the function
Yeah
Internet education
On my reputation
Gimme that

Social credit
Social

Where Fugees At?

Wyclef Jean

The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book

2000

mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money

When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still

a writers credit which of
Course made me sick eGo-EGo-EGO!
When I was in
NY I had to meet with William Orbit
Which has you know we're trying to do
A deal with

style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*

[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,

just getting by
2019 I had my twizzy and a dream
2020 I got caught up on the meaning
Gotta hit the bottom just to find the bottom feeders
Gossip might

The enemy is seeking our souls


In these times

We need your strength oh  saviour so divine 

The evil slaving people by their minds

To luxuries and credit

bars
My shit tight like the backseat of a cop car
I got a debit card full of money
But it's funny cause y'all still won't give me the credit I deserve

ain't even tripping dog,
Raise your glass
Cheers
Happy new year
We leaving y'all in 2019
I'm out


Prologue:
Let the credits roll, let the credits roll

for the realness I embody 
Do you need credit for
All the souls you've touched and you put on
Do you need credit for
All the wrongs I write all by my

credit score, shit was lookin' hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check

Credit card scams or the T house settings

Oh, I don't need no help
Got rich by ourself
And I fuck two chicks myself
And he ain't on piss by himself

all night, cutting up edits
Watching the credits to find (credits to find)
Direction in my existence

It's just a story I don't quite believe
Full

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

Shaking in my hand is a paradise

Bet more credit when there's credit due
Many a time I've said I'm through
And many a time you've let it slide
But I still

credit's no good
I got hit by the layoffs
The city's still buzzing, life moves on fast
But I'm taking my time, not living in the past
Learning lessons from