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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 agarre 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 talking bout before,
They're gonna be thousand balls...
Twenty-five now and later...
And you know that Don Miguel has died...
I'll see u in the of L.A....
right by The Pico and The

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Lookin' back in the of my youth no doubt
I didn't any role models kickin' the truth out
So who am I supposed to up to?
on the corner, or the boys in blue
Now I had 2 choices, what I be?
Down with, runnin' with the 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 hand see me
Callin' shots in the hood, homies
way I'm [edit] unfortunatley
So I I'll roll with the neighborhood family
G's in the are influential
on the street are detrimental
A g's got on his credentials
Growin' up ain't easy in the

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

An OG me How to make some ends
To get the and the phat [edit] Benz
All I gotta do is take out a few
Disappear for a while come back again
I used to to hit them with the long range shot
In time I got in the closer I got
The last thing I learned was the knife in
to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man
You could understand how my mind works
The methods I use when 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 hands of the maker when you yourself
Why do I do do do I do
Nobody was ever there for me to to
Once I was youngster, pure and
Now I'm with the sick, sick crew
You could understand what I go through
There could never be another fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made far
In the set trippin',
Givin' up the set I
Pigs lookin' at me and wanna take aim
But I don't give a [edit] cause all the same

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the year 2000 my friend