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Verse 1: Andre

The homie said, now we can chalk em rocky if ya cocky when you knock me
Do it till we slap you or atleast until you me
Nicky back at you star 6-9
on the grind, on ya mind and im outta time
You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my
hang 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. Holla
my Savoir-Faire
i was round i could never die square its like that...

The

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

Nickatina

I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna
high way say i drive too fast
man im a bank roll i told her blow her quota
but i know you want my picture in ya photo
in my hat man i let my curls hang out
we talking shit, down the girls hang out
the homie said hes good the weapons
and when it to bitches and clothes he's the freshest
i you get the message
its butter on the breakfast,
and ill squeeze like a if you get too close
i bounce fucka fly with the flames
and pucka pucka party 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
to distribute, first case i run
break a king down, sniff away the i've done
a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done
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 im young
eyes like jet lee i believe im the one
superb (???) watching allah i is the pun
without a blood test i believe thats my son
im just a on the run,everday bendin corners
hoes pullin up on us i'm letting out the
on a strong one straight out hyphy goin
muh all that shit
return a nate is all i wish
pasta and fish is a mobsters
we was blessed with the
for the rest of me
blinded by the light, on ecstasy
if it for this gangsta shit i wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 dont wanna die stand to me