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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 like the bullets in a thugs car
im located at the bar where the are
i the house i pack the party all the gods no fat
we democrats
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 fold up
and not up
you know

you a cold duck im a p game runna
as silk i spit milk and make butter
a heart rhyme pace mind state lovark
you keep hustlin but go so far
i dont even think they a pimps blood
they cut deals wit bitches up in the strip
i stake money and and play day and night
if ima be in the game ima play it right
we chops it up thizzin backwoods
let the hoe choose it she got the backwards
touchdown ima dance
any i arrive ima frisco mac
cant hash the gift got my bank rolled fat
i leave the square beez she a fag
and mad im vivid wit this and hoe knockin
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 forth like a link
my homie came to sporting hema mink man
im not an roll student if thats wut you tellin me
do you try to leave your wit a felony
its like a
man when you me
the holy water bay gang and sprinkle me
i comb my hair god
and hit up the bumpin playboy tod
man is how we act
and boy we act
its like a winter snake and a react
and back
i swim in the river i lust
with no life gaurd watchin when i and fuss
i throw my in the numba 2 pencil
it sounds a bird when the gangbanger wistle
it was all so
miss me with the
the cat fish throw it right down the middle
crackin 4 triple ricky runnin
'cause everybody know when the rap starts gunnin,