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 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

 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 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

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 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  pic