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Dirty Money Shit Out Of Luck

all a fucking joke with all this constant hassle there's no way for me to cope i'm slowing down. i'm giving up i'm just shit out of luck i'm cracking

it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) Together forever, I know they wanna see us fall And if I had no money

Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to morners Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks "Kings of the Hill", out

savage bitch Ain't nobody gettin' close to this And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the shit And can't nobody sit and coach this shit You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, shit

We smoking fucking hydro out the bong You telling me Adolf the Assassinator 'you the don' Don what nigga, that's that old funny shit Yo we got the information yo where the money

He'll have your ass in and out of every car With every on and Rick, suckin' every John's dick Come short of the money, get your ass kicked You don't

girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl [E-40] Oooh! [Bun B] Well down in the Dirty, South to be exact Gettin money with

out and hit up Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up After the fact, holdin' in time, shit up for lit up, high drilly and

outfit One twentieth tried to knock my whole click Run! These black boys that take none Don't cop out the shit, take the three six and you add that shit