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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 gleam
And cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that me and want me to die
Man they can see I'm broke 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 a 69' cutty
That niggaz mackin bitches makin
shit ain't funny
'cause I'm a go get her and makin thangs
It's like a pain killer, but much realer
And in my callin' I could see the
Playboy just coke dealer, man I'ma try

We had a date, in 1988
And from your sad face, you you caught a case
But besides that the money was up, business was doin good
You movin' on thru the
Got you a house no in Vallejo
For $700 you gon' drop straight yayo
Niggaz be bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't
And paper I was ripped apart
you know that my mother is my heart
I feel ashamed, im'a blast first up in the game
It ain't a mystery to me, close at range
'cause these bitches be talkin
I live by the
Because of my pathways, my last day
Praise to the double
I've so much pot
I don't if I like it or not
I got beef wit the brothers
They started hearin' my up in the game
And told the
so here we go round and round
The streets don't a sound
Don't they uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And thats the mind state for all those
Rats bitin' cheese all those squeelers
the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us
Don't make it hard for dealers

life..

Ok it's 92', now what you do?
I you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad
He Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the near me
I em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my
by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her
The police up the phone started to laugh
And said he's under
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 look of the devil thats gon' send me to
I made a and I got a pot
'cause when it to this lawyer
He wants the money man there ain't no
And these bitches with these cold
Man they be tellin' they
I'm a give 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 no brakes
And when it comes to this
I need a bakery to these cakes
Man I'm goin to
Or I'm a die in
Or these bullets gon'
And I'm gonna get
Cut cut cut me down
It make me wanna
The soul of a coke dealer