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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 agarre noticia de que Don 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, what we were bout before,
They're gonna be thousand balls...
now and twenty-five later...
And you betta that Don Miguel 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 models kickin' 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?
Down with, with the pigs or the g's,
Let's see, a pig done nothin' for me
But try to guide me to the
The g's on the hand wanna see me
shots in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm [edit]
So I think roll with the neighborhood family
G's in the hood are
Pigs on the 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 core to the bone individual
adavanced than your average criminal
Through the shadows I lurk through the
And rooftops, and aimed at your brain
we meet in the next world again,
Until the year come on in my friend

An OG told me How to some ends
To get the Rolex and the phat [edit]
All I gotta do is out a few friends
Disappear for a while then come again
I used to have to hit them the long range shot
In time I got better in the I got
The last I learned was the knife in hand
Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could 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 of the maker when you break yourself
Why do I do do do I do
Nobody was ever for me to talk to
Once I was youngster, pure and
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, crew
You could never what I go through
There could be another [edit] fillin' my shoes
Sometimes I wonder how I made far
In the set trippin',
up the set I claim
Pigs lookin' at me and wanna take aim
But I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the

[last is different]
Until the year my friend