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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darren Riggs
Darren Riggs
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Riggs
Darren Riggs
Producer

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Boosie, B.G. and Juvie, ****
Yeah
Brought up from the bottom, I was raised up with the worst
Fell in love with all the wrong things, and my mama put me in church
But none of that was working, so I rolled with Marvin and Herc
And them **** was pretty, I mean dirty like the earth
We wasn't doing nothing major, we was taking baby steps
Still was rocking with my dogs, cause everybody else the leps
We was balling for three minutes, it was supposed to be for depths
I was looking out for my uncle, he wasn't looking out for his nephew
Thinking about how home and Ronald died, well I know, I don't know
'Cause he told on everybody, even his brother and his mama
B.G. just got out, I told him, ****, get on your game
'Cause ain't too many real **** left to say amen
Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left
Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Streets changed on that ****, they had quarter time
**** knew a **** came to try to soak town
Boosie used to tell me that when he was bumpin' for me
I told him, ****, don't change, keep thuggin' for me
I seen supposed to be gangsta, turn bitch made
**** called him gone a child, hit him with a switchblade
**** bangin' all this light, then he dropped out
Testified on the gang, took a cop out
He just wanna see the real **** boxed out
'Cause they know we rockin' out with them Glocks out
Standin' ten toes down is what a man do
Real G's left, it's on their hands
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Boosie the name, I used to step on **** and leave **** in bits
Double-digit killers with no feelings on them mission
Landed down around the city, they was with it, but they ain't last though
Oh boy I beat the dust, nobody know why he got smashed though
Confused by the blast, crossed by his day one
You let a **** talk on my name, and you don't say nuh
Mama say them boys ain't solid, you leave 'em long
You know that you can't trust nobody your friends gone
Now I'm on my own, ridin' in my zone
**** callin' from the pen, on the phone, I need a phone
Too many real **** gone, I'm just glad it ain't me
I really miss the candy lady and my pretty
Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many)
Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
To all my thug **** and thug marching right now **** (ain't too many left to amen)
All my **** locked up, you know what I'm sayin'
Doin' your best (ain't too many left to amen)
Stay solid ****
Ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen)
It's only a few ****, chosen few
Written by: Darren Riggs, Torence Hatch
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