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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 veremos en el de Los Angeles...
Ah por la y la Figueroa...

Hello...how's it going?...
Great, great, good, that's good...
Ok, we were 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....
by The Pico and The Figueroa

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Lookin' back in the days of my no doubt
I didn't have any role models the truth out
So who am I supposed to up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in
Now I had 2 choices, what I be?
with, runnin' with the pigs or the g's,
Let's see, a pig ain't done for me
But try to guide me to the
The g's on the other wanna 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 hood are
Pigs on the street are
A g's got stripes on his
up ain't easy in the Central

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

An OG told me How to some ends
To get the Rolex and the phat [edit]
All I do is take out a few friends
for a while then come back again
I used to have to hit them with the long range
In time I got better in the 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 professional methods I use when I do
and adversaries on the contract
No combat, I them in their Z's

No one ever how the cards get dealt
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
I was youngster, pure and true
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, crew
You could never understand I go through
There could never be another fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made far
In the set trippin',
up the set I claim
Pigs lookin' at me and they wanna aim
But I don't a [edit] cause it's all the same

[last is different]
Until the year my friend