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Go For Broke Out Of Reach

have faith theres nothing worth believing. It takes one hope to make the stars worth reaching for. So reach out, for something more Took a well perfected plan For

titty Put it in the video Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit

" [Ice-T] The problem is you broke, You ain't got no car or job You slow with youer hustle, You dress like a slob Ladies ain't looking for no brothers

flick Dick stacks and fuck rap I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach

. Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches, Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for

pullin' the trigger, right My bullets steadily hittin' I go to pull it again, shit (damn) I ran out of ammunition (Where the fuck are the bullets at?!) I reach up for

chilled with the feet broke Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke

titty Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't

Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin I know it's my car bitch You ain't trippinit's your favorite color, on a lovely day You let me reach right over