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-Andre
i can see my reflection in my sons
and when i see i know the lord cried when jesus died
im not a saint i spred my like a condor
i tell the to come get me like a matador
i richochet like the bullets in a car
im located at the bar where the are
i pack the i pack the party all the gods no fat
we like
politican on the badge i raps
i comb my hair god
hit up the city bumpin playboy tod
then up
we let the blow up
and the money up
and not up
you what

you a cold duck im a dime p game
as silk i spit milk and make butter
a cold heart rhyme pace mind lovark
you hustlin hard but go so far
i even think they hurt a pimps blood
cut deals wit bitches up in the strip club
i stake money and study and day and night
if ima be in the game then ima it right
we chops it up while thizzin
let the hoe choose it she got the game
touchdown ima inzone
any i arrive ima frisco mac
cant roll hash the gift got my rolled fat
i leave the square beez she a fag
and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe
tru to the shit that i spit and wont

-Andre
the street gamble make you
and we can do it from the
all the way down to the big
i swang back and like a link chain
my homie came to court hema mink man
im not an honor roll student if thats wut you 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 comb my hair god
and hit up the city playboy tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its a winter snake and a mongoose react
and blow
i laps in the river i lust
with no life gaurd watchin i splash and fuss
i throw my soul in the numba 2
it sounds like a when the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me the riddles
the cat hunter throw it right down the middle
crackin 4 triple ricky runnin
'cause know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin