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Dogg
Nigga 20 to my name
in this dice game
I dust off my
I off two g's
Nothing to do, but buy some shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known spot
I'm having hard times, grit, and
I'm tyring to get mine
Ain't nothing to lose I'm living on the frontline
It's a cold twist the way that goes
Gotta keep your hands on some fetty yo
And a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up they come out
I'm in the wind
It feels my friend
Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga in
I'm amongst killers a dub in my pocket loc
A dealer at the same time i love to smoke
But if I in this rap game
Would a Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name

Fiend
Now 20 dollars to my name in game of drugs
And the thing we now is gan bangers and thugs
If my yale don't sell how we proceed
Because we slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with
With this automatic
Gotta it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now this of my finger is worser than jock itch
glock clips allow me to cop chips
Erasing cops tips and that pop lip, stop this
blooded killing for ??? this
Soda couldn't this
a shelf when i drop this
My ??? can't chop
The hunger I hold
here wondering should I take it from his soul
See this with a hole
Allowed that to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty

Soulja
Now with this last 20 I might buy me some douja
Because weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga from way way back
Me and him to jack and rock a rental cadillac
He my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin
He sees my wrist, he says damn you flossin
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same
So if you thinking about with me it'll be death in ???
And why put your life in over 20 dollars, that's all I got
And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it worth being

Silkk the
Now look, I'm fresh up out of it feels goo to be on the outside
I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my
Now the only I got left is 20 dollars to my name
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I told him charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one
Some slum
Some out the dumb shit
some weed and blunt
I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit
Some penitentiary solitary confinement see no motherfuckin' sun

Now I got 20 to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to a motherfuckin' kick

Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun
Y'all me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking
It be a just to eat
And it be hard on streets
Gotta get my on
Got 20 dollars y'all now shit don't last long picture this