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Verse 1: Nickatina

The said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me
Do it till we slap you or atleast you drop me
Nicky back at you star 6-9
on the grind, on ya and im runnin outta time
You know that bay bridge kid run through my veins
hang me burn, let me pocket everythang
cuz my 3 10 shoes they dont leave no
i break the law, but i fucka follows through. Holla back
my Savoir-Faire
i was born round i never die square its like that...

The

Turn up the knock, 7-7
hit the mini matchin pretty black boy countin
semi automatic cock cuz i dont trust nigga
smoking so i'm calm
know a cat pilla
eyes low im a stone crack dealer
surrounded by monsters like mike thriller
ride around strapped cuz i jack niggas
smokin purple like a fucking nut
you see a small bank in the hold it up
cuz a like me snorted out to get high
fell in with it had to stop fo' i die
nigga early 90's pushin rocks so im fly
everday early mornin paper gettin high
dre dog in the deck will respect Pac nigga
ill let my tape rock my tape pop

Andre

I got a ghetto past if the money gonna last
high way say i drive too fast
man im a bank holla i told her blow her quota
but i you want my picture in ya photo motorolla
in my leather hat man i let my hang out
we talking shit, down where the hang out
the homie said hes good the weapons
and when it comes to bitches and clothes the freshest
i think you get the
its butter on the breakfast,
and ill squeeze a steak if you get too close
i bucka bounce fucka fly with the
and pucka party with my life in the game
you know its all the

The
The YAY AREA yeah boi that where im
pushed enough to have the whole world numb
attempt to distribute, first i run
break a king down, sniff away the things i've
a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done
remember niggas from the squeeze of a gun
and the trees in my lungs
pushin v's to the
been through so shit they can't believe that im young
tight like jet lee i believe im the one
superb (???) watching i believe is the pun
without a blood test i cant thats my son
im just a huslah on the run,everday corners
hoes pullin up on us i'm out the smoke
pullin on a one straight out hyphy goin
muh all that shit
return a hardball is all i wish
pasta and is a mobsters dish
we was with the recipe
for the rest of me
blinded by the light, going on
if it wasnt for this gangsta shit i wonder where the will be
4 1 3 dont wanna die next to me