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[Andre
You say you it all
You say the law
And everything you saw, you copped it the raw
You be like the ones in sky
And for a sec I was to ask why
But we was
83' with a street gleam
And young is rockin up and gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and me to die
Man can see that I'm broke in my eye
I to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin
He 20 g's, outta straight nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69'
That niggaz mackin bitches money
shit ain't funny
'cause I'm a go get her and makin thangs
It's like a killer, but it's much realer
And in my I could see the scrilla
Playboy said coke dealer, man I'ma try

We had a lunch date, in
And from your sad face, you said you a case
But besides the money was pilin' up, business was doin good
You movin' on thru the
Got you a house no doubt in
For $700 ounce you gon' straight yayo
Niggaz be talkin bad, I be gettin' mad
I just gun, yo my mother said don't call
And like I was ripped apart
you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, 'cause im'a blast up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, money close at
'cause these be talkin shit
I by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, my last day
Praise to the double
smoken so much pot
I know if I like it or not
I got wit the Barry brothers
They started hearin' my name up in the
And told the
Yeah so we go round and round
The streets don't make a
Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em'
And thats the mind for all those niggaz
Rats cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for coke

life..

Ok it's 92', now what you do?
I heard you killed a guard, in ya squad
He said Nicky man you know the theory
I let the competition near me
I hate em'
I'm so out of control in my
by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her
The police picked up the started to laugh
And said under arrest
I felt pain in my heart a thousand whips
Man, I I had never learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face when I payed my
It was the look of the devil gon' send me to hell
I made a and I got a pot
when it comes to this lawyer
He wants the man there ain't no disguise
And bitches with these cold hearts
Man be tellin' they friends
That I'm a em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is
And I could hear the old dealers cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane with no
And when it comes to money
I need a bakery to cook these
Man I'm goin to
Or I'm a die in
Or bullets gon' rain
And I'm get nailed
Cut cut cut me down
It make me wanna
The lost soul of a coke