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Yeah, yeah, yeah,
October 18th '74, the I was born
A young nigga for war
It's in my blood to get the for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging are raw

And I'm the advocate, head, in '86 we started having shit
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a
But I refused to go broke, my whole slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer 'cuz she fucked
Around the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with and ginsus
Throw me for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high school with clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't school
I bought a quarter ounce in the
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling the real niggaz do

I'm walking in the shoes of Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling niggaz my projects I listened to
I it real with my interviews
I was broke as and sleeping on the floor in the village dude

I'm a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
as quarter peak, I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob
What goes around, comes around I end up getting shot nigga

But got not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live
And my father was a gorilla family crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, made scratch for

That's why I say in my blood 'cuz my father was a thug
the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga
We slang lots of coca with up in the hosta'
La Nostra nigga