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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 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, good, that's good...
Ok, what we talking bout before,
They're gonna be fifty balls...
Twenty-five now and later...
And you betta know 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 of my youth no doubt
I didn't have any models kickin' the truth out
So who am I to look 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 done nothin' for me
But try to me to the penetentiary
The g's on the hand wanna see me
Callin' in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm unfortunatley
So I think I'll with the neighborhood family
G's in the hood are
Pigs on the are detrimental
A g's got stripes on his
Growin' up easy 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 than your average
Through the shadows I through the alleys
And rooftops, scoped and aimed at brain
Until we meet in the next again,
Until the year 2000 come on in my

An OG me How to make some ends
To get the and the phat [edit] Benz
All I do is take out a few friends
Disappear for a then come back again
I used to to hit them with the long range shot
In time I got better in the I got
The last thing I was the knife in hand
Blade to the throat, Oh, how I kill a man
You could understand how my mind works
The methods 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 maker when you break
Why do I do do do I do
Nobody was there for me to talk to
Once I was youngster, and true
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick
You could never 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
Pigs lookin' at me and they take aim
But I don't give a cause it's all the same

[last is different]
the year 2000 my friend