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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 atleast until you me
Nicky back at you like 6-9
on the grind, on ya mind and im runnin time
You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my
with me burn, let me pocket everythang
cuz my 3 10 shoes dont leave no clues
i bucka the law, but i fucka follows through. Holla back
my Cardiar
i was born round i could die square its like that...

The

up the knock, 7-7 pacs
hit the mini pretty black boy countin wops
semi automatic cuz i dont trust that nigga
smoking purple so i'm
know a known cat
eyes low gone im a stone dealer
surrounded by like mike jack thriller
ride around strapped cuz i jack niggas
smokin purple like a motha nut
you see a small bank in the cuts it up
cuz a nigga like me out to get high
fell in love with it had to fo' i die
nigga early 90's 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 lifetime ghetto if the money gonna last
way patrol say i drive too fast
man im a bank roll holla i told her her quota
but i you want my picture in ya photo motorolla
in my leather hat man i let my curls out
we talking shit, down the girls hang out
the said 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 like a steak if you get too close
i bucka bounce fly with the flames
and pucka pucka party with my life in the
you its all the same

The
The YAY AREA yeah boi that im from
pushed enough coke to have the world numb
attempt to distribute, first i run
break a king down, sniff the things i've done
smoke a zip, a two a day boi my done
remember niggas injuries the squeeze of a gun
and held the in my lungs
v's to the slums
been through so much shit they can't believe im young
eyes tight like jet lee i im the one
superb (???) allah i believe is the pun
without a blood test i cant believe my son
im just a huslah on the run,everday corners
pullin up on us i'm letting out the smoke
pullin on a strong one out hyphy goin
muh all that 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 i wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 wanna die stand next to me