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

you a duck im a dime p game runna
smooth as silk i spit and make butter
a cold heart rhyme pace state lovark
you keep hustlin but go so far
i dont even think they hurt a blood
they cut deals wit bitches up in the club
i stake money and and play day and night
if ima be in the then ima play it right
we chops it up thizzin backwoods
let the hoe it she got the game backwards
touchdown ima inzone
any town i arrive ima mac
cant roll hash the gift got my bank fat
i leave the beez she a castro fag
and mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe
tru to the shit that i spit and wont

Nickatina
the street gamble make you
and we can do it from the
all the way down to the big
i back and forth like a link chain
my homie came to court sporting mink man
im not an honor roll if thats wut you tellin me
do you try to leave country wit a felony
its a symphony
man when you me
the holy water bay gang and sprinkle me
i comb my like god
and hit up the city bumpin tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a winter and a mongoose react
and back
i swim laps in the river i
with no life gaurd watchin when i and fuss
i throw my soul in the numba 2
it sounds a bird when the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me with the
the cat fish hunter it right down the middle
crackin 4 ricky keep runnin
'cause everybody when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin