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One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, comin' for you Three, four, knockin' on your door Five, six, comin' through your gate Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late Nine, ten, I'm ridin' with extendeds Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I'm inky Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out Nineteen, twenty, fuckin' bands to get you sniped out Little case, twenty-one bands will get you right out Free Cdai, a .22 shotter's on me right now Twenty-three's on the car, twenty-four's on the truck Twenty-five times 2's in my motherfuckin' Glock I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfuckin' thot I'm sendin' twenty-seven shots at a motherfuckin' opp One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, comin' for you Three, four, knockin' on your door Five, six, comin' through your gate Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late Songtexte Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30's Thirty-one, thirty-two, I'm so gone like a birdy Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch, I'm great Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe I'm goin' 143 and 144 too Forty-five for my jacket, aw man! Forty-six in them and we givin' out ten Forty-seven of them bands Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants BANG BANG One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, comin' for you Three, four, knockin' on your door Five, six, comin' through your gate Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late Aus Songtexte Mania