J-Ro] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, youknowhatI'm
what bout your gold ring Niggas down south quick to put you in that body slang I mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bag You ain't thank
family in this bitch for the 9-6 fool Know what I'm sayin dts And I ain't talkin about downtown security bitch Dayton avenue be true nigga I'm out for
! Headed on back the crib to count my dough Got 200 dollars and I'm lookin' for mo' 'cause I'm greedy and I'm back on the streets Rollin' thru the hood
look like Nicki here White drop head, call it white chalk Burn the insides, 57 soft And n-gga I'm killin 'em, bring the body bags Count a million, fill the body
a semi like Eddie in 'Coming To America' Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya Won't know you hit, 'til your body numbin' in that
uh i aint never been cheap i spent it all never made varsity,but i f-cking ball fouteen f-ck school i'm a rapper dawg snapback boi take that fucking
about you, like I do. Count the bodies like sheep Count the bodies like sheep Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Count the bodies
Uhh, T.S.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count
Intro/chorous(repeat3x) f---k bitches...Get money f---k niggas...get money [biggie] You wanna sip Moe on omy living room floor Play Nintendo wit Cease
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentence I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my
U never listen, u cant stop it I'm on fire Know that u goin leave out here wit your pockets lighter Count a stack about a hundred grand, rubber band I'm
'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E A P-I-M-P Well I might be But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that With the black khakis and chucks and a muthafuckin' ski
, why? You'll die! I can make ya missin fuckin with the unforgiven, cop killer, blood spiller, but still a million seller. Run and tell your fuckin mother, Body Count
count me out, Before y'all suckaz count Nigga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured out Before you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouth Nigga I'm
I'm gonna kill that lane) You know major league niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas
Amazon but I'm here, and I'm revered Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin' Donnie Diggy CRS fool Carrera Era, pan Amera, F-
me" [x4] "I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie" [x2] "Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me" [x2] "I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie" [