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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 agarre 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, that's good, good...
Ok, we were talking bout before,
They're gonna be fifty balls...
now and twenty-five later...
And you know that Don Miguel has died...
see u in the middle of L.A....
right by The and The Figueroa

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back in the days of my youth no doubt
I didn't have any models kickin' the truth out
So who am I to look up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the in blue
Now I had 2 choices, could I be?
Down with, runnin' the pigs or the g's,
Let's see, a pig ain't nothin' for me
But try to guide me to the
The g's on the other hand see me
shots in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm unfortunatley
So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood
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 than your average criminal
Through the shadows I lurk the alleys
And rooftops, scoped and aimed at brain
we meet in the next world again,
Until the year 2000 on in my friend

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

No one knows how the cards get dealt
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' the sick, sick crew
You could never understand what I go
There could never be [edit] fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made far
In the set trippin',
up the set I claim
Pigs at me and they wanna take aim
But I give a [edit] cause it's all the same

[last is different]
Until the 2000 my friend