a lot to work with, so let me take it from here And baby, give me just a little bit of time So I can make those butterflies inside you dance Make my day
got a lot to work with, so let me take it from here And baby, give me just a little bit of time So I can make those butterflies inside you dance Make my day
in sock drawer, my dresser is where the desert lay Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels
in the seats Being broke is a joke, I never found it funny That's why I count my blessings as much as I count my money [Chorus 1] [Fabolous] Some niggaz
the ratchet And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket My whole crew (got glocks on 'em
with hate Make em pray for the judgment day Now tell me how that sound A double date laced with hate Make em pray for the judgment day Stinkin' biaatch
gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like
motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker Verse One: Tupac My Mossberg
What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down
rain Cold sweat and I feel the strain Look down, no ground Black sky, just the engine sound Bail out, goodbye Take my chances, I don't wanna die Count
what I'm having a de ja vu Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should die before
troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for the count
shop stackin Bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day want action Playa hation steadily spray 'em Hit 'em with the buck buck bang my nigga
and I see that my sister is already dressed She said "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" nigga that's the
count yo' money [2x] (Ghetto Cowboy) You better count yo' money [2x] (Ghetto Cowboy) You better count yo' money [2x] (Ghetto Cowboy) You better count
make that cheese, yeah nigga we gettin 'em [Krayzie] [It's on on on] Nigga let's killa killa killa Bodies they count, me buckin em down, stay down Murder
ve lost count of all the ways I've let you down Should've been around more, So what do you say... Let's call it a day and get back home? Let me make
me out Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about This one's for my people and my niggas