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Verse 1: Nickatina

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

The

up the knock, 7-7 pacs
hit the matchin pretty black boy countin wops
semi automatic cuz i dont trust that nigga
purple so i'm calm
know a known cat
eyes low gone im a stone crack
surrounded by monsters like mike jack
around strapped cuz i might jack niggas
smokin like a motha fucking nut
you see a bank in the cuts hold it up
cuz a like me snorted out to get high
in love with it had to stop fo' i die
young nigga early pushin rocks so im fly
everday early mornin stackin paper gettin
dre dog in the will respect like Pac nigga
ill let my tape rock till my pop

Andre

I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money last
way patrol say i drive 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 hat man i let my curls hang out
we shit, down where the girls hang out
the homie hes good with the weapons
and when it comes to and clothes he's the freshest
i think you get the
its on the breakfast, toast
and ill squeeze a steak if you get too close
i bounce fucka fly with the flames
and pucka party with my life in the game
you its all the same

The
The YAY AREA yeah boi that im from
pushed enough coke to the whole world numb
attempt to distribute, first i run
break a king down, sniff away the things i've
smoke a zip, a two a day boi my done
remember niggas from the squeeze of a gun
and the trees in my lungs
v's to the slums
been through so much shit they can't that im young
eyes tight 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 letting out the
pullin on a strong one out hyphy goin
muh fucka all shit
return a hardball is all i wish
and fish is a mobsters dish
we was with the recipe
for the rest of me
blinded by the light, on ecstasy
if it wasnt for this gangsta shit i wonder where the will be
4 1 3 dont wanna die stand to me