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Bueno...
est todo?...
Bien, bien, qu bueno, qu bueno...
Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser (cincuenta mil) bolas...
25 (veinticinco) y 25 despus...
Y a que usted noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto...
Nos veremos en el de Los Angeles...
Ah por la y la Figueroa...

Hello...how's it going?...
Great, great, good, that's good...
Ok, what we were talking before,
gonna be fifty thousand balls...
Twenty-five now and later...
And you betta know Don Miguel has died...
see u in the middle of L.A....
right by The and The Figueroa

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Lookin' back in the days of my no doubt
I didn't have any models kickin' the truth out
So who am I supposed to up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the in blue
Now I had 2 choices, what I be?
Down with, runnin' the pigs or the g's,
Let's see, a pig ain't done for me
But try to me to the penetentiary
The g's on the other wanna see me
Callin' shots in the hood, homies
Either way I'm unfortunatley
So I think I'll roll with the family
G's in the hood are
on the street are detrimental
A g's got stripes on his
Growin' up ain't in the Central

In the soul of the one the gun
Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin',
The lone core to the bone individual
Highly adavanced your average criminal
Through the shadows I lurk the alleys
And rooftops, and aimed at your brain
Until we in the next world again,
the year 2000 come on in my friend

An OG told me How to make ends
To get the Rolex and the phat [edit]
All I gotta do is out a few friends
for a while then come back again
I used to have to hit them the long range shot
In time I got better in the I got
The last thing I learned was the in hand
to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man
You could never how my mind works
The professional I use when I do dirt
and adversaries on the contract
No combat, I catch them in Z's

No one ever knows how the cards get
In the hands of the when you break yourself
Why do I do do do I do
Nobody was ever for me to talk to
I was youngster, pure and true
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, crew
You could understand what I go through
There could never be [edit] fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I this far
In the set trippin',
up the set I claim
Pigs lookin' at me and they wanna aim
But I don't give a [edit] cause all the same

[last is different]
Until the year my friend