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Cash Johnny A Little At A Time

on the streets you don't hear a peep ni**a it's a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that a*s

family Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about

harder, than a iceberg Fucking with your vision, contrasting a slight blur Like a chandelier, that's getting brighter Steady sparking like a flame, from a

radar so y'all can doubt me Stay on the sonar with crowbars to open minds There's a ladder you're supposed to climb Approach a Rhymesayer with a Buggsy

A., and my tape - fuck it! Gots to work to add to my little paper Need a boost, so I gots to pull me some capers Circulate the dollar pull a broad I ain

went downtown This time they promised him a Grammy He turned his Cadillac around Mr. Phillips never blew enough hot air to need a little gold plated paperweight He promised him a

me the four Point blank at the tank, empty clip at the dour Slow your roll, the pain was too immense to run Knew that his time would come, top issue

Luthor ?Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, Double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks Baby

think like a hawk or think like a dove or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love and Ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls