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No Cash No Cash Team Spider

town, bring the fucking system down (insert STZA)- so i came home to find my son, he shot himself with daddy's gun instead my head a panic shape, cause he always rocked the no-cash

living off an income of depression and rejection feeding off the remains of a scab of an infection locked to a chain of i.o.u.s and endless debt i'm

the rocks stick to my wheels and stop them from spinning around throwing me forward, face first into the ground the blood on my knees and the breeze

yeah, homelife is a drag, deadly like a plague if sadness lurks within yer walls, like in mine where i am confined to my room to hide from all of the

days Ways of the wise don't kill the messanger before the message You know me Rasheed from Philly to the Houston, Texas Californi-A got a team in the

got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get some cash

Koopa nigga Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles You know I'm tal'n bout, switch everything nigga Paint switching, no teams We ain't switching teams

Turn it up so they can hear it louder out there, man! [echoes] [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah! {Y'all know the drama! } [shot] Yeah! {My nigga Spider Loc! } [

many acres dat my crib look like Bermuda So many diamonds da safe look like Kay jewelers Dat spider bout to drop my team said Luda get it Now 50 thou