Count Us In

[Intro: Mooch] Uh [Verse 1: Mooch] I never knew what it could be, but now it’s dawning on me I’m outside when it’s dawning, they’re yawning, I make 3 in the morning It’s hard to rap when your fiends be calling I’m barely at my family table, but I feed and support them It’s like Saudi or Iran, we’re beefing for oil Beefing for time, but hopefully, the time make the spoil I’m on the road for redemption, ain’t no time for disloyal Cooking the crills, but thinking of some niggas to boil They said, “freedom is free”, [?] and pull out the foil Pull out the 50, my heart, I’ll never pull out to show you It’s like scars on my brain, I remember the horror Tried to show me they’re 100 then they ask for a chorus I got my eyes on the road to success, like Horus I got signs I’m ‘bout to run the check like Forest We got fours on fours, wars, we’re all for it Let’s turn it to Vietnam, rapping could get boring Unless [?] in raps, stop being corny Niggas can’t run no streets, you’re like 40 Motherfucking lemming ass niggas, man The fuck out of here (It’s Da Cloth, nigga!) [Hook: Mooch] We got to win, yo, you niggas ain’t gon’ box us in Because they count us, they count us, they count us in We need big money counters to count these wins You’re gonna count, gonna count, gonna count it again We got to win, yo, you niggas ain’t gon’ box us in Because they count us, they count us, they count us in [?] [Verse 2: Mooch] Yo, we’re the illest, it’s God willing, my lyrics got harsh rhythms Still playing up to the maximum ‘til the car shiver You ain’t see the vision that I felt? That’s why I lost niggas Try to battle out of this ghetto, it’s Vietnam, nigga You don’t want to fight, then you lost, you just evolved, nigga One day you will and I pray that you win it all, nigga Got to get cold as a winter and get a soft blizzard I’ma be under a shady tree like a long lizard I’m just exceeding in spot where I want to be in You niggas postherpetic and sleeping on my achievements Know I did much with a little, got to agree with Da Cloth come together and turn us into a religion My legion is like the top of the [?], we need a meeting We probably disagree, handshakes is what we’re reaching How you gonna want to beef with a nigga? I like the seasoning Putting out your fire and all I’m doing is sneezing They’re saying that I’m the nicest and all I’m doing is breathing I’m ducking all you niggas and all I’m doing is leaning I’m really, really nice and they really just like to scream it Yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo yo (It’s Da Cloth, nigga!) [Hook: Mooch] We got to win, yo, you niggas ain’t gon’ box us in Because they count us, they count us, they’re counting us in We need big money counters to count these wins You’re gonna count, gonna count, gonna count it again We got to win, yo, you niggas ain’t gon’ box us in Because they count us, they count us, they’re counting us in [?]