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Bueno...
est todo?...
Bien, bien, qu bueno, qu bueno...
Bueno, a lo que hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas...
25 (veinticinco) y 25 despus...
Y a que usted noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto...
Nos en el centro de Los Angeles...
Ah por la y la Figueroa...

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

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Lookin' in the days of my youth no doubt
I didn't any role models kickin' the truth out
So who am I to look up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in
Now I had 2 choices, could I be?
Down with, runnin' the pigs or the g's,
Let's see, a pig done nothin' for me
But try to me to the penetentiary
The g's on the other wanna see me
Callin' in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm unfortunatley
So I I'll roll with the neighborhood family
G's in the are influential
Pigs on the are detrimental
A g's got stripes on his
Growin' up ain't easy in the

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

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

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

[last is different]
the year 2000 my friend