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Verse 1: Andre

The homie said, now we can chalk em rocky if ya cocky when you knock me
Do it till we slap you or atleast you drop me
Nicky back at you star 6-9
on the grind, on ya and im runnin outta time
You know that bay bridge heart kid run my veins
hang with me burn, let me everythang
cuz my 3 10 shoes they dont no clues
i break the law, but i fucka follows through. Holla back
my Cardiar
i was born round i never die square its like that...

The

up the knock, 7-7 pacs
hit the mini matchin pretty black boy wops
semi cock cuz i dont trust that nigga
smoking so i'm calm
know a known cat
eyes low gone im a crack dealer
surrounded by monsters like mike jack
ride around strapped cuz i might niggas
smokin purple like a motha nut
you see a small in the cuts hold it up
cuz a nigga me snorted out to get high
fell in love with it had to fo' i die
young early 90's pushin rocks so im fly
everday early mornin stackin paper high
dre dog in the will respect like Pac nigga
ill let my tape rock till my pop

Nickatina

I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money last
high way patrol say i drive too
man im a bank roll holla i her blow her quota
but i you want my picture in ya photo motorolla
in my leather hat man i let my hang out
we talking shit, down where the hang out
the homie said hes good the weapons
and when it comes to bitches and he's the freshest
i you get the message
its butter on the breakfast,
and ill like a steak if you get too close
i bounce fucka fly with the flames
and pucka pucka party with my in the game
you its all the same

The
The YAY AREA boi that where im from
pushed enough coke to have the whole numb
attempt to distribute, first i run
break a king down, away the things i've done
a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done
remember niggas injuries the squeeze of a gun
and the trees in my lungs
pushin v's to the
been so much shit they can't believe that im young
eyes tight jet lee i believe im the one
superb (???) watching allah i is the pun
without a blood test i believe thats my son
im just a on the run,everday bendin corners
hoes up on us i'm letting out the smoke
pullin on a one straight out hyphy goin
muh all that shit
a hardball nate is all i wish
pasta and fish is a mobsters
we was blessed the recipe
for the rest of me
blinded by the light, on ecstasy
if it wasnt for this gangsta shit i wonder where the west be
4 1 3 dont wanna die stand to me