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

We had a lunch date, in
And from your sad face, you said you caught a
But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin
You movin' on the hood
Got you a no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you drop straight yayo
Niggaz be bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my mother don't call
And like I was ripped apart
Because you 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 at range
these bitches be talkin shit
I live by the
Because of my pathways, my last day
Praise to the double
I've so much pot
I know if I like it or not
I got beef wit the Barry
They started hearin' my name up in the
And told the
Yeah so we go round and round
The streets make a sound
Don't they uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the state for all those niggaz
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those
Till the come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't it hard for coke dealers

life..

Ok it's 92', now what you do?
I heard you a guard, in ya fightin squad
He said man you know the street theory
I can't let the near me
I em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my
Live by the sword and die by the
My mother called to her best
The police up the phone started to laugh
And he's under arrest
I felt pain in my heart from a whips
Man, I wish I had learned to bag a zip
You should have they face when I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil thats send me to hell
I made a and I got a pot
'cause when it comes to lawyer
He wants the man there ain't no disguise
And these bitches with these cold
Man they be tellin' they
That I'm a give em' a of ends and then
My misery is
And I could hear the old coke dealers at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane no brakes
And when it comes to this
I need a bakery to these cakes
Man I'm to hell
Or I'm a die in
Or these bullets gon'
And I'm get nailed
Cut cut cut me Nicky
It make me wanna
The lost soul of a coke