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[Andre
You say you it all
You say the law
And everything you saw, you it from the raw
You gon' be like the in sky
And for a sec I was to ask why
But we was
83' with a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up and gettin' teams
And motherfuckers that hate me and me to die
Man can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69'
That niggaz mackin makin money
That shit funny
'cause I'm a go get her and makin thangs
It's like a pain killer, but it's much
And in my callin' I could see the
Playboy just said coke dealer, man try

We had a lunch date, in
And from sad face, you said you caught a case
But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin
You on thru the hood
Got you a no doubt in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' straight yayo
Niggaz be bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my said don't call
And like I was ripped apart
Because you that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, 'cause im'a first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, close at range
'cause these bitches be talkin
I by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, party my day
Praise to the glock
I've smoken so pot
I don't know if I it or not
I got beef wit the Barry
started hearin' my name up in the game
And the undercovers
Yeah so we go round and round
The streets don't make a
Don't they come uptown, we cut em' down
And the mind state for all those niggaz
Rats cheese yeah all those squeelers
Till the devil and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it for coke dealers

life..

Ok it's 92', now you gonna do?
I heard you a guard, in ya fightin squad
He Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the near me
I hate em'
I'm so out of in my life
by the sword and die by the knife
My called to give her best
The picked up the phone started to laugh
And said he's arrest
I pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I I had never learned to bag a zip
You have seen they face when I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil gon' send me to hell
I a call and I got a pot
'cause when it comes to lawyer
He wants the money man there no disguise
And these with these cold hearts
Man they be they friends
That I'm a give em' a gang of and then
My misery is
And I could hear the old coke cryin at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane no brakes
And it comes to this money
I need a bakery to these cakes
Man I'm to hell
Or I'm a die in
Or bullets gon' rain
And I'm get nailed
Cut cut cut me down
It me wanna shiver
The lost soul of a coke