Silkk The Shocker

20 Dollars 2 My Name – Snoop Doggy Dogg F/ Fiend, Soulja Slim, Silkk The Shocker

Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit
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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

1 Morning – Silkk The Shocker

[Silkk the Shocker]
Woke up one morning, hang over from last night
I was drunk as fuck plus I was throwin up,
an my eyes was like hella tite
Waked up out my bedroom, nigga still reachin for a sack
I hads to make me some mail, so I stepped out the door
An fo’ i did I went back an grabbed my… strap
I be whippin some shit, nigga gimme some shit
nigga triplin some shit, nigga flippin some shit
You got some yayo, give it here
I triple that shit for only fifty percent
See bitch I be like Seven-Eleven, like the liquor store
Stop the car, dropped it out, nigga what y’all hittin fo’
Nigga, wassup, yeah I might man, keep it tight man
It be like Charles Barkley
I be hittin three four, all day in the dice game
Man, it’s cool, but umm, some of these niggas be faulty
Game be salty, wanna run up on me, I’ma have to toss him
See y’all be trippin but I don’t be slippin
Pop a clip in when I’m blastin an best believe I don’t be missin
It’s that nigga – wassup, playa, niggas get fucked
Playa haters get bucked, so wussup?
Bitch it be A, B, C, D, E
Yo the last letter be me, a straight G
I keep busters on they back, keep ’em flat that
Nigga, wassup, one-times’ll try to check ya, I’m at that
Woke up this mornin, something didn’t feel right
Look to my side cuz I felt some thighs
Musta been the girl I met at the club last night
I had to look twice, damn nigga, I was just like what?
Seen some drawers on the floor, and a condom on my dick
and I knew last night I musta fucked

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Made Man – Silkk The Shocker

[Silkk]
Last Year I was the help, This year I’m the boss
You don’t like it? Fuck ya’ll, they’ll find ya’ll niggas lost
Fuck with real niggas, mob figures, not tru niggas that’s soft
I talking about visiting some of you niggas, some of you niggas is talk
I always been a made man starting I was a teen
Through the streets where I knew how to hustle
so the Don put me down on his team
Told me ya down to take a chance
Ya gotta be down to dirty dance,
If so the world can be yours, so I put my life in his hands
I know I’m up in the game but I learned quickly
Told me to live good but wouldn’t give it up when they come to get you
Told me never make moves with your heart
Never snitch if you get caught,
never trust nobody a 100 percent realize anybody can be bought
Everybody got a price
Money’s nothing without power, respect, loyalty it’s a way of life
You’ve been chosen to be the Made Man everybody gotta turn
but it’s rules to this shit that everybody gotta learn
So go from poverty to riches
before I rule, choose my girl
Today it’s the streets, tomorrow I rule the world.

[Chorus]

I want the world the and everything up in it
No settling this time, this time, the sky’s the limit
Power, loyalty, respect, from the cradle to the grave
I wanted to rule and I did, the day I was made, I’m a Made Man

I want the world the and everything up in it
No settling this time, this time, the sky’s the limit
Born leader, cradle to the grave
I wanted to rule and I got my chance the day I was made, I’m a Made Man


[Silkk]
I want the finer things, the cars, house, and diamond rings
wait patiently cause I know that time will bring it
I’m a Made Man touch it no mo, I don’t touch no coke
I’m a made man, fuck it, I don’t even show up for court
Judge tried to give me ten
pointed the middle finger cause I thought he was trippin
I can tell him why every nigga I had beef with, them niggas wind up missing
Used to be broke but now it’s nothing but dollar signs
Used to be convicted felonies
but now if I get convicted it’s white collar crimes
Shit never been nervous, if I was never let it show
Cause of my baby face I did a lot of crime but they let me go
usually females come to get me
never ever leave no witnesses
If i gotta do it, it gotta get done, nothing personal just business
A Made Man with a vision, learned to master the system
My family never seen me, I just send them presents on Christmas
I want the world, take trips to Reno stop in the Casino
make a lot of loot, have suits designed by Valentino
I want the world and everything up in it, when I said it I meant it
Time to ride high but this time the sky’s the limit
Some it feels like my last line, my last rhyme
gave the world to little brother never been nothing but the last Don
I want the world

[Chorus]

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I Ain’t Takin No Shorts – Silkk The Shocker

[Master P–Talking]
Told y’all
Y’all should of never let No Limit in this muthafucka
Cuz once we get in, we be takin over shit
An we gone off that chop-suy, marinatin
Blowin switches to da world (Bitch, fuck ya)

[Silkk the Shocker]
I’m bout the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
Nigga, I’m on bitches, qucikly
Niggas can’t stick me they tries but they dies
They’ll fuck around, I ain’t lyin, fuck wit me, you out yo’ mind
I’ll slap you wit my right hand and I’m still writin wit it
Hands quicker than lightnin but fuck fightin
Bread, ice is why I’m slicin cake
You niggas need to bow down to the street king
from the 3rd Ward (Caliope, hoe)
(Master P: Where dat at?) Bitch that’s it New Orleans
Face like an 8th Grader, ain’t the bigga nigga, a wind might blow
But while I’m here, a deaf person won’t fuck wit me if they don’t know
Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon
Bitch, my click is thick, deeper than a whole Southern down baritone
How da fuck y’all gon’ fade me?
How da fuck y’all gon’ play me?
Thats how we made it, from knockin niggas out
Who try to fuckin play me
Y’all think y’all could but y’all can’t
Thats money in the bank, how da fuck y’all gon’ stop a Tank

Chorus:
I ain’t takin no shorts
Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game
Bitch I’m still the man

[Silkk the Shocker]
I say hustler, fuck these busters
Who da fuck gon’ stop me? None of y’all
Bitches be in my face, I gets the gun, run all of y’all
Cuz y’all some tricks
Stop trickin these hoes stop bitchin these hoes
Punk ass niggas be havin dicks
Y’all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes
I stay posted from sun-down to sun-up, you run up, you get done up
Best believe the spot get hot like summer
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
Bitch y’all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
Mr. I gives a fuck, I gots this D seven-teen 5 a key
Birds, you haven’t heard?
I’m from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad
I put the dope up my stars on the curb
An start hittin fools, in the dice game
I might man, hit ’em all night man
Cuz I’m all night long gone off that fuckin night train
No doubts, I’m in the house, outs the back when the police hit
No doubt they can’t catch me, I’m out this bitch

Chorus

[Silkk]
I’m the man
I’m the man
I’m the man (Who’s the man?)
I’m the man!

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Gangstafied Forever – Kane And Able F/ Mr. Serv-On, O’Dell, Silkk The Shocker

[O’Dell]
Gangstafied forever, forever
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya

[Kane & Abel]
Whats up to all my people, Kane and Abel is back
Down south hustlers, soldier haters and jealous busters got me strapped
Got bigger paper now so I gotta bigger gat
Slangers and head busters ride burbans and lacs
Please, every brass for the tank love (ya heard me)
Cause soldiers respect soldiers and soldiers respect thugs
Like Slim say, hundred ground drum in the AK
If you dont respect the rap sheet, we don’t play
Got fand in Japan who love this ghetto rap
Got to holler at Master P cause he put us on the map
Kane on attack, wont you let me hear the click clack
Represent your war stay hard soldiers in combat

[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)

[Silkk The Shocker]
I’m a G-A-N-G-S to the A (gangsta)
I’m a gangsta ass nigga, huh I dont play
Don’t make me act a motherfuckin fool
I couldn’t get a job I had to settle for robbing niggas I got too many
tattoos
That’s how I slug my drugs at, hang where my thugs at
Give a fuck on niggas stay real, you stay real, you gotta love that

[Mr. Serv-On]
I’m a G to the A to the N to the S to the T to the F to the I to the E to
the D
You know the S to the E to the R to the V always ready to cock to the
glock
Niggas drop to the pop, nigga this tank block
Pushin that ass to the four to the O, niggas know this N.O.
So feel my pain niggas know the game
Down with Kane & Abel a hundred G’s on the T to the A to the L to the A

[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)

[Kane & Abel]
I hit the block gat cocked down to do some thangs
Talkin bout the white change, we can move some thangs
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane remain TRU to the game
Decked out on the cut with the platinum frame
Meet me at the motel choppin way on the scale
Caught the dirty ghetto mail on this highway to hell
Wo wo, the po po’s kick down the door
Caught the cash yay low now they searchin for more
No peace in the city where the soldiers dwell
Fifteen years old war stories to tell
Well

[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (TRU, damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (Gangstafied, no limit soldier)

A 2nd Chance – C-Murder F/ Master P, Silkk The Shocker

[C-Murder]

How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life,
at their dreams? not many, huh

Started off as a street thug, just hangin’ and thuggin’
’89 went to jail for druggin’ and muggin’
poppin plea’s ain’t no fuckin’ way for me
porbation for 10 years don’t mean you’re free
I know my TRU motherfuckin’ niggas know how I feel
this shit’s real I wish my brother wouldn’t of got killed
for me to realize the game is wicked
shit can’t even trust the niggas that I used to hang with
huh, but I remember what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin’ funny
and I take it to the grave with me
if you shoot first bitch you better make sure you hit me
cuz I’m known for choppin’ keys on my mom’s table
I split a hundred G’s with my niggas Kane and Abel
fast money fast bitches is what I live for
until I caught a fuckin’ bullet in the back, bra
they thought I was dead but I’m still in it
I’m back to life back on top ain’t no limit

(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin’ get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets tryin’ get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin’ get paid)

[Master P]

Tattoo hennessy and weed
grew up in the project with killers and G’s
the Last Don is known for slangin’ and bangin’
thug niggas 3rd ward Cali know where we hangin’
ghetto’s soliders mercenary we rhyme
this game is life or death and its your soul or mine
we don’t play no games boy just tryin’ get paid
hope I get rich before they dig my grave
so many penetentary chances feds and demons
so many homies in the ghetto with their soul in strim
in god we trust ain’t no man gone harm me
my best friend be my lady cuz these fools are fonies
take heed I been beyond and back
I live my life through the lord, my homey, the greed and the back
I said: (Ughhhhhhh)

(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin’ get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets tryin’ get paid

[Silkk the Shocker]

you couldn’t tell me nutin’
a little ghetto child runnin’ wild
shed tears trough years made it hard to smile
imagine homies dieing while you’re standin’ right there
my reality’s your worst nightmare
and now I’m trapped in the whole fuckin’ world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the hands of his best friend
you gotta know if you wanna live there’s rules to this shit
you can’t break ’em if you wanna be rich
and when my homey died and didn’t come back
I knew it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his name on a tombstone
some of my prayers go out to my homies that walked that path
I spray paint your name on the wall and I sit back and laugh
you gotta make decisions make ’em all with precision
try to make moves and avoid prison
I remember the first time I laughed at the penetentary steel
when the told me spread lift the car I knew it was real
now I was just out there tryin’ gain some strength
birds came to me one night told me Silkk you gotta change your life
but it was all or nothin’ could never settle for second
gotta make the whole world feel my presence (Ughhhhh)
i told my homey don’t cry if I close my eyes,
(but Silkk the Shocker you too young to die)

(Chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin’ get paid)
from the cradle to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets tryin’ get paid
Back to life (from

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