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Snoop
20 dollars to my name
Deep in this game
I off my knees
I off two g's
Nothing left to do, but buy shells for my glock
Why? so I can rob every known dope
I'm having times, grit, and grind
Shit i'm to get mine
Ain't nothing to plus I'm living on the frontline
a cold twist the way that shit 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 till they out
I'm in the wind
It good my friend
Silkk the gin & juice and my nigga chipped in
I'm amongst with a dub in my pocket loc
A drug dealer at the same time I to smoke
But if I in this rap game
Would a nigga snoop dogg 20 dollars to his name

fiend
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of
And the only thing we now is gan bangers and
If my don't sell how shall we proceed
we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat

I got 19 and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage
Let'em now itch of my finger is worser than jock itch
Extended glock clips me to cop chips
Erasing cops and sisters that pop lip, stop this
Cold killing for ? ? ? this
Soda couldn't this
Chop a shelf when I drop
My ? ? ? can't chop
The hunger that I
Setting here should I take it from his soul
See this here with a
Allowed that to blow
And took motherfuckin' lives for than twenty before

slim
Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me douja
Because that weed from still have a nigga sober
I seen my nigga nigga from way way
Me and him used to jack and rock a cadillac
He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm
He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you
And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the time
So if you thinking about me it'll be your death in ? ? ?
And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, 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 jail it feels goo to be on the
I had 120 dollars, but I spent a 100 on my
Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my
want front me some motherfuckin' caine
I him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I be on some murder one shit
Some slum
Some out the projects dumb
Some weed and blunt
Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it shit
Some penitentiary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun

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

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