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Snoop Dogg The Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told 20 Dollars To My Name (feat. Fiend, Soulja Slim, Silkk the Shocker) Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit Check this out [Snoop Dogg] Nigga 20 dollars to my name Deep in this dice game I dust off my knees I fucked off two g's Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock Why? so I can rob every known dope spot I'm having hard times, grit, and grind Shit I'm tyring to get mine Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline It's a cold twist the way that shit goes Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo And keep a down bitch for when your money run out And get you gun out And shoot'em up till they come out I'm blowing in the wind It feels good my friend Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke But if I wasn't in this rap game Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name [Chorus Fiend] Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat [Fiend] I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what? With this automatic rocket Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this Cold blooded killing for ??? this Soda couldn't rock this chop a shelf when i drop this My ??? can't chop this The hunger that I hold Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul See this here with a hole Allowed that silencer to blow And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before [Soulja Slim] Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober I seen my nigga nigga from way way back Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ??? And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being shot [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine I told him weed charge it 2 the game Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit Some slum shit Some out the projects dumb shit some weed and blunt shit Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun shit Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick door Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking It be a hustle just to eat And it be hard on these streets Gotta get my hustle on Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this |
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