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Verse 1: Andre

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

The

up the knock, 7-7 pacs
hit the mini matchin black boy countin wops
semi automatic cock cuz i dont that nigga
smoking so i'm calm
a known cat pilla
eyes low gone im a stone dealer
surrounded by monsters like jack thriller
ride around strapped cuz i might niggas
smokin like a motha fucking nut
you see a small bank in the cuts it up
cuz a nigga like me out to get high
fell in with it had to stop fo' i die
young nigga early pushin rocks so im fly
everday early mornin paper gettin high
dre dog in the deck respect like Pac nigga
ill let my rock till my tape pop

Andre

I got a lifetime past if the money gonna last
high way patrol say i too fast
man im a bank roll 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 girls out
the homie said hes good the weapons
and when it comes to bitches and he's the freshest
i think you get the
its butter on the breakfast,
and ill like a steak if you get too close
i bounce fucka fly with the flames
and pucka pucka party with my in the game
you its all the same

The
The YAY AREA yeah boi that where im
pushed enough coke to have the world numb
to distribute, first case i run
break a king down, sniff away the things done
smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys
remember injuries from the squeeze of a gun
and held the trees in my
v's to the slums
been through so much shit they can't believe that im
eyes tight jet lee i believe im the one
superb (???) allah i believe is the pun
without a blood i cant believe thats my son
im just a on the run,everday bendin corners
hoes pullin up on us i'm out the smoke
pullin on a strong one out hyphy goin
muh fucka all that
return a hardball nate is all i
pasta and is a mobsters dish
we was blessed with the
for the rest of me
blinded by the light, on ecstasy
if it wasnt for this shit i wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 wanna die stand next to me