Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit    Check this out       Snoop Dogg    Nigga 20 dollars to my name    Deep in this dice game    I dust off my knees    I fucked off two g's    Nothing left to do, but buy some shells for my glock    Why? so I can rob every known dope spot    I'm having hard times, grit, and grind    Shit I'm tyring to get mine    Ain't nothing to lose plus I'm living on the frontline    It's a cold twist the way that shit goes    Gotta keep your hands on some motherfuckin' fetty yo    And keep a down bitch for when your money run out    And get you gun out    And shoot'em up till they come out    I'm blowing in the wind    It feels good my friend    Silkk brought the Gin & Juice and my nigga chipped in    I'm amongst killers with a dub in my pocket loc    A drug dealer at the same time i love to smoke    But if I wasn't in this rap game    Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name       Choruos Fiend    Now 20 dollars to my name in this game of drugs    And the only thing we now is gan bangers and thugs    If my yale don't sell how shall we proceed    Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed repeat       Fiend    I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?    With this automatic rocket    Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take me up a hostage    Let'em now this itch of my finger is worser than jock itch    Extended glock clips allow me to cop chips    Erasing cops tips and sisters that pop lip, stop this    Cold blooded killing for ??? this    Soda couldn't rock this    chop a shelf when i drop this    My ??? can't chop this    The hunger that I hold    Setting here wondering should I take it from his soul    See this here with a hole    Allowed that silencer to blow    And took motherfuckin' lives for less than twenty before       Soulja Slim    Now with this last 20 dollars I might buy me some douja    Because that weed from Magnolia still have a nigga sober    I seen my nigga nigga from way way back    Me and him used to jack and rock a rental cadillac    He sees my nick, he sees my grill, he says I'm flossin    He sees my wrist, he says damn nigga you flossin    And I'm bossin, and tossin'em up at the same time    So if you thinking about with me it'll be your death in ???    And why put your life in danger over 20 dollars, that's all I got    And my weed habit is so close to smoking powder it ain't worth being    shot       Chorus       Silkk the Shocker    Now look, I'm fresh up out of jail it feels goo to be on the outside    I had 120 dollars, but i spent a 100 on my ride    Now the only thing I got left is 20 dollars to my name    Nigga want front me some motherfuckin' caine    I told him weed charge it 2 the game    Nigga now now I gotta be on some murder one shit    Some slum shit    Some out the projects dumb shit    some weed and blunt shit    Some I don't give a fuck shit, where it from shit    Some penitentiary solitary confinement never see no motherfuckin' sun    shit    Now I got 20 dollars to my motherfuckin' name, and I gotta get more    So I tell nigga hit the floor I'm about to pull a motherfuckin' kick    door    Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting    Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till my guns smoking    It be a hustle just to eat    And it be hard on these streets    Gotta get my hustle on    Got 20 dollars y'all now that shit don't last long picture this