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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' a street gleam
And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street
And that hate me and want me to die
Man they can see that I'm in my eye
I need to do it, I need to to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin
He made 20 g's, outta straight
And Pee Wee bought a 69'
That niggaz mackin makin money
That shit funny
'cause I'm a go get her and makin thangs
like a pain killer, but it's much realer
And in my I could see the scrilla
Playboy just said coke dealer, man try

We had a lunch date, in
And from sad face, you said you caught a case
But that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good
You movin' on thru the
Got you a house no in Vallejo
For $700 ounce you gon' straight yayo
Niggaz be talkin bad, I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't
And like paper I was apart
Because you that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a to me, money close at range
these bitches be talkin shit
I by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, party my day
Praise to the glock
smoken so much pot
I don't 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 uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind for all those niggaz
Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those
Till the devil come and get us yeah they all feel us
Don't make it hard for 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 control in my
Live by the and die by the knife
My mother called to give her
The police up the phone started to laugh
And he's under arrest
I pain in my heart from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had learned to bag a zip
You should have seen they face I payed my bail
It was the of the devil thats gon' send me to hell
I a call and I got a pot
'cause it comes to this lawyer
He wants the man there ain't no disguise
And these bitches with cold hearts
Man be tellin' they friends
I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is
And I could hear the old coke dealers at the cemetary
I'm in the lane with no brakes
And when it to this money
I need a bakery to these cakes
Man I'm goin to
Or I'm a die in
Or these bullets rain
And I'm get nailed
Cut cut cut me down
It make me shiver
The lost soul of a coke