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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 slap you or until you drop me
Nicky back at you like 6-9
on the grind, on ya mind and im outta time
You know bay bridge heart kid run through my veins
hang with me burn, let me pocket
cuz my 3 10 shoes they leave no clues
i bucka break the law, but i fucka follows through. back
my Cardiar
i was born round i could never die square its that...

The

up the knock, 7-7 pacs
hit the matchin pretty black boy countin wops
semi automatic cuz i dont trust that nigga
smoking purple so i'm
a known cat pilla
eyes low im a stone crack dealer
surrounded by monsters like mike jack
around strapped cuz i might jack niggas
smokin like a motha fucking 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
young early 90's pushin rocks so im fly
early mornin stackin paper gettin high
dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac
ill let my tape till my tape pop

Nickatina

I got a ghetto past if the money gonna last
high way patrol say i drive too
man im a bank roll holla i her blow her quota
but i know you my picture in ya photo motorolla
in my hat man i let my curls hang out
we talking shit, down the girls hang out
the homie said hes good with the
and it comes to bitches 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 fucka fly with the
and pucka pucka with my life in the game
you know its all the

The
The YAY AREA yeah boi that where im
pushed enough coke to have the whole numb
attempt to distribute, case i run
break a king down, away the things i've done
a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done
remember injuries from 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
tight like jet lee i believe im the one
superb (???) watching allah i is the pun
without a blood test i cant believe my son
im just a on the run,everday bendin corners
pullin up on us i'm letting out the smoke
pullin on a strong one straight out hyphy
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, going on
if it wasnt for gangsta shit i wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 dont wanna die stand to me