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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 usted 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, what we were bout before,
They're gonna be fifty balls...
Twenty-five now and later...
And you betta know that Don has died...
see u in the middle of L.A....
right by The Pico and The

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Lookin' back in the days of my youth no
I didn't have any role kickin' the truth out
So who am I to look up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in
Now I had 2 choices, could I be?
Down with, runnin' with the or the g's,
see, a pig ain't done nothin' for me
But try to me to the penetentiary
The g's on the other wanna see me
Callin' in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm [edit]
So I think I'll with the neighborhood family
G's in the hood are
on the street are detrimental
A g's got on his credentials
Growin' up ain't easy in the

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

An OG told me How to make ends
To get the Rolex and the phat [edit]
All I gotta do is out a few friends
for a while 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 learned was the in hand
Blade to the throat, Oh, how I kill a man
You could understand how my mind works
The professional methods I use I do dirt
Enemies and adversaries on the
No combat, I them 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 runnin' with the sick, crew
You could never understand what I go
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 [edit] it's all the same

[last is different]
the year 2000 my friend