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-Andre
i can see my in my sons eyes
and when i see them i know the lord cried jesus died
im not a saint i my wings like a condor
i tell the boys to get me like a matador
i richochet the bullets in a thugs car
im at the bar where the drugs are
i pack the house i pack the all the gods no fat
we democrats
politican on the badge i spent
i comb my like god
hit up the city bumpin playboy tod
then up
we let the blow up
and the fold up
and not up
you what

you a cold im a dime p game runna
smooth as i spit milk and make butter
a cold heart rhyme pace mind state
you hustlin hard but go so far
i dont even think they hurt a pimps
they cut deals wit up in the strip club
i stake and study and play day and night
if ima be in the game then ima play it
we chops it up while backwoods
let the hoe choose it she got the game
touchdown ima dance
any town i arrive ima mac
roll hash the gift got my bank rolled fat
i the square beez she a castro fag
and mad 'cause im wit this and hoe knockin
tru to the shit i spit and wont stoppin

Nickatina
the gamble make you travel
and we can do it the pineapple
all the way down to the big
i swang and forth like a link chain
my homie came to sporting hema mink man
im not an honor roll student if wut you tellin me
do you try to leave your country wit a
its a symphony
man you witness me
the holy water bay gang and sprinkle me
i my hair like god
and hit up the bumpin playboy tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a snake and a mongoose react
and back
i swim laps in the i lust
with no life gaurd when i splash and fuss
i my soul in the numba 2 pencil
it sounds like a bird when the gangbanger
it was all so
miss me the riddles
the cat fish hunter throw it right down the
crackin 4 ricky keep runnin
'cause know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin