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(Yes yes yes)
I the whole set and collect the cash
and i'm gonn' run but respect the past
got range, aint trippin
flip at the small change
then kick it
Exchangin back to back
wordplay but late for the studio
It cant wait for the n' feedback
I when I break down the weed on my rap

[Andre

I was born eight miles from the City of Dope
Meanin my city is the of Dope
weigh the coke, spokes
it couldnt be saveed by John the
Money is the bible couldnt care a idol
If goin for the title
then its suicidle
'cause youre gonna have a rival bustin at ya do'
Tryin ta put holes up in yo clothes

oh, oh fo sho we can blow mo'
while fall short ta tha ocean flo'
(suckas)
I get pesky boss Joe Pesci
I drop hefty rhymes on all
suckas that play two cue execute
the play off loose I
on sight ya too height ya get snatched
like ya gold chain and no-name raps

[Andre

Homie dont ask me about that
because about any I'll plead the fifth
call me St. Nick when I the Gift
real rap cat on a pirate
lock n' like Sid Vicious
I done used my three
it comes ta swishers, cut the heart
Listinin' ta Al in the dark
Jumed in the ride with a letha'
looked in the rear view who the most
just i thought that i saw a ghost
I it was the endo smoke

ma gold rope i go fo' broke off dope
ya last hope they shottin at me like the
i campaign the bang the is unanimous
smokin puttem in a camel clutch
like this cant trip when i get
set it off lay em with no second thoughts
imposin' endulgin' keep blowin
and the snowman

tiger my raps adjust like a heist
'cause the way I you might lose ya sight
in my new phat farm vest
new kangol low no less
grab ya cream get ya who raise supreme
in yo cock sucka its a new rigeme
yo out again but it really dont
had it with the new-improved scanna'
hang the yo cock tha hammas'
or in life you'll wear a pampa'

It was pivotal when you came pitiful answers
rhymes an avelanche in the rapper
ya sweatin they goin all out
ya in n out steppin like three seven
i kept it honest no threatin'
ya flipped fo' if not fo-get it
I stepped in the house throw back with the
excuse the food but ho with the hey now

Check it, crack the bottle crack the whip
yo i go a son down ill crack ya hip
i'm like an but at an angle
and i start to talk like Marlin Brando
like that blow back in my sack
tell the benz dealer that the is back
outta turn from inta yak
and the ATF wanna come raid the track

I connive with mo ta multiply chedda'
I can see the fortune without the
cock back the raw rap or the classic
a jaw-jap but i looked past it
I get detailed it graphic
practice the graph till im it backwards
spit it a passion one in the same
then i realease the and study the game

Ok, i hit the sky with the ruby red eyes
the streets are i can hear her cry
freaks shoes thats not their size
and here come Nicky with the rhymes
and the crimes can ya crack the case
like a bat outta hell i the race
scars on my face the hate
get a fo the rhyme when i push the weight.