20 Dollars 2 My Name (feat. Fiend, Master P, Silkk...
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars s**t
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Snoop Dogg
Nigga 20 dollars to my name
Deep in this dice game
I dust off my knees
I f**ked 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
s**t 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 s**t goes
Gotta keep your hands on some motherf**kin' fetty yo
And keep a down b***h 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
Choruos 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 motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' caine
I told him weed charge it 2 the game
Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one s**t
Some slum s**t
Some out the projects dumb s**t
some weed and blunt s**t
Some I don't give a f**k s**t, where it from s**t
Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherf**kin' sun
s**t
Now I got 20 dollars to my motherf**kin' name, and I gotta get more
So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherf**kin' 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 s**t don't last long picture this