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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 we slap you or atleast until you drop me
Nicky back at you like 6-9
on the grind, on ya mind and im outta time
You know that bay bridge kid run through my veins
hang me burn, let me pocket everythang
cuz my 3 10 shoes they 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

up the knock, 7-7 pacs
hit the matchin pretty black boy countin wops
semi cock cuz i dont trust that nigga
purple so i'm calm
know a cat pilla
eyes low gone im a stone dealer
surrounded by monsters like jack thriller
ride around strapped cuz i might niggas
smokin purple a motha fucking nut
you see a small bank in the hold it up
cuz a like me snorted out to get high
fell in love 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 deck will respect Pac nigga
ill let my tape rock till my pop

Andre

I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna
high way patrol say i drive too
man im a bank roll holla i told her her quota
but i know you want my picture in ya motorolla
in my leather hat man i let my curls out
we talking shit, down where the girls out
the homie said hes good the weapons
and it comes to bitches and clothes he's the freshest
i you get the message
its butter on the breakfast,
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 where im
pushed enough coke to have the whole numb
to distribute, first case i run
break a king down, sniff away the things i've
smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys
remember injuries from the squeeze of a gun
and held the in my lungs
v's to the slums
been through so much they can't believe that im young
eyes tight like jet lee i im the one
superb (???) watching allah i is the pun
without a blood test i cant thats my son
im just a huslah on the run,everday bendin
hoes pullin up on us i'm out the smoke
pullin on a strong one straight out goin
muh fucka all shit
return a hardball is all i wish
pasta and fish is a dish
we was blessed with the
searching for the of me
blinded by the light, on ecstasy
if it wasnt for this shit i wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 wanna die stand next to me