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Verse 1: Andre

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

The

Turn up the knock, 7-7
hit the mini matchin pretty boy countin wops
semi automatic cock cuz i dont trust nigga
purple so i'm calm
know a known cat
eyes low im a stone crack dealer
surrounded by monsters like mike thriller
ride strapped cuz i might jack niggas
smokin purple like a fucking nut
you see a small bank in the cuts it up
cuz a like me snorted 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 stackin gettin high
dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac
ill let my rock till my tape pop

Andre

I got a ghetto past if the money gonna last
high way patrol say i too fast
man im a bank roll holla i told her blow her
but i you want my picture in ya photo motorolla
in my leather hat man i let my curls out
we talking shit, down where the girls out
the homie hes good with the weapons
and it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshest
i you get the message
its on the breakfast, toast
and ill squeeze like a if you get too close
i bucka bounce fucka fly with the
and pucka pucka with my life in the game
you its all the same

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