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to know a girl that lived down there
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick mess of it

Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause that's about all they

tomorrow

Everybody sins

Count down getting faster
Looking up for a master
You're betting on a guessing game

Go to prison for your freedom
Call

that crashed, so buckle up with it
Hot bullets make a nigga fry
A good night for a muthafuckin' walk-by
Like BBD give me the gat and I'ma do ya
Like

I'm way up high travelling faster than the speed of light
Discovering a new existence for humanity
A new design for staying alive pre determined by

up to count cheddar
I'm mixing whatever
Pink toe from Manchester
My one bitch she left me
Hunt down her shit talking nephew
Masi with messages
Sig in

meditation, opening my mind
I was by my lonely, nobody came to help me
I was there for everybody, but no one there for me
You can count my friends with just one

I can't smooth it down
Not that I'd want to
It only helps me get by
Consider it an act of cowardice
To never see the banality
Cruelty comes in many

to stay out of trouble and triple double quadruple 
This little change that I got
By throwing a few concerts
But I'm not too sure if I'm ready to spend

they back
Count a million dollars, with my fingers,
That's the type of time I"m on
Sit back, play your cards I ain't with the talkin' for real
Niggas,

I don't got the time cause all my hands tied
Get me a bag and then run it up
I got that purp and that sprite in my double cup
Please don't come for me

instance
It's been torn out, ripped in
I get too damn high
I see burned down bridges

Shwing!, do my thing, then I count digits
She's Mine, onna daily
I got

to the neck

Don't. Forget. To double tap double tap
Cats down flat but the corpse clapped back
Infact
I woulda left a tunnel in his back
But you put down

Diamond the rock add onto my teeth
It's Gucci it's double Gs
Look down at my kicks
And they made by V
True visionary
Say RIP
They lookin' scary
They need

Come on Santa, and pull some strings for Christmas
Don't let me down, St. Nick, I count on you

The red and green lights shine tonight
As the people in

the killers don't ask for a discount
And all the killers get blicked down
Two bedroom no big house, one-end shots get sent out
Cocky lil' nigga with my dick

'cause I'm makin' it quick
Don't got a job, mama havin' a fit
Baggin' your bitch, got a bag on my fit
Ain't even make it, she actin' for pics
Hit Neiman

Racks
I'ma count them Stacks
Yea yea yea yea
Go down
Everybody just
Slow down
Everybody fightin for the crown
Tryna be so down
Runnin all AROUND
Mmmm mmmm

I gotta get it
I got that fire I can feel it
I was down and out
So I punched 'em in the mouth
Now I'm up by double digits
I gotta get it
Double team

on
the floor gettin ready for the party tonight through it up if your down
to roll

[Verse 1]
Come on come on lets do it again 2 double o 1 dropin it nbk with

Good Life

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

All Souled Out

1991

Some live the good life loungin' by the pool 
Catching a suntan and everything's cool 
Male or female  you want to be set 
In the big mansion

Best friend forever, yeah

I just want to thank you
For always showing you care
Even when times get tough
I can count on you to be there

I can count

it up
Numbers flipping out
Double digits huh
Momma aint proud but its money in it huh
Top stay down when its sunny in it huh
Baby don't smoke but just

through the stixxx
With my hat tipped low
Mind on money
Cause I like to count dough
Hand on the wheel and
The pedal to the floor
Outlaw by nature
This is

back home in minutes less than I can count
In the flash of sand and see salt
I know you'll turn up in my sleep
The lucid dreams and the sun beams down