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Verse 1: Nickatina

The homie said, now we can chalk em rocky if ya cocky when you knock me
Do it till we you or atleast until you drop me
Nicky back at you star 6-9
on the grind, on ya mind and im outta time
You that bay bridge heart kid run through my veins
hang with me burn, let me pocket
cuz my 3 10 shoes they dont leave no
i bucka break the law, but i 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 black boy countin wops
semi automatic cock cuz i dont that nigga
smoking purple so i'm
know a cat pilla
eyes low gone im a stone crack
surrounded by monsters like jack thriller
ride around strapped cuz i might jack
smokin like a motha fucking nut
you see a small bank in the cuts it up
cuz a nigga me snorted out to get high
fell in love with it had to fo' i die
young early 90's pushin rocks so im fly
everday early mornin paper gettin high
dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac
ill let my tape till my tape pop

Nickatina

I got a lifetime ghetto past if the 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 hang out
we talking shit, down the girls hang out
the homie said hes good the weapons
and when it comes to bitches and clothes he's the
i think you get the
its on the breakfast, toast
and ill squeeze like a if you get too close
i bounce fucka fly with the flames
and pucka pucka with my life in the game
you know its all the

The
The YAY AREA yeah boi where im from
pushed enough coke to have the whole 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 that im young
eyes tight like jet lee i im the one
superb (???) allah i believe is the pun
without a blood test i believe thats my son
im just a on the run,everday bendin corners
pullin up on us i'm letting out the smoke
pullin on a one straight out hyphy goin
muh fucka all shit
return a hardball nate is all i
and fish is a mobsters dish
we was with the recipe
searching for the of me
blinded by the light, going on
if it wasnt for this gangsta shit i where the west will be
4 1 3 dont wanna die stand to me