Bonus-Andre Nickatina/Mac Dre

Verse 1: Andre Nickatina The homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me Do it till we slap you or atleast until you drop me Nicky back at you like star 6-9 on the grind, on ya mind and im runnin outta time You know that bay bridge heart kid run through my veins hang with me burn, let me pocket everythang cuz my 3 10 shoes they dont leave no clues i bucka break the law, but i f**ka follows through. Holla back my Cardiar Savoir-Faire i was born round i could never die square its like that... The Jack: Turn up the knock, 7-7 pacs hit the mini matchin pretty black boy countin wops semi automatic cock cuz i dont trust that ni**a smoking purple so i'm calm know a known cat pilla eyes low gone im a stone crack dealer surrounded by monsters like mike jack thriller ride around strapped cuz i might jack niggas smokin purple like a motha f**king nut you see a small bank in the cuts hold it up cuz a ni**a like me snorted out to get high fell in love with it had to stop fo' i die young ni**a early 90's pushin rocks so im fly everday early mornin stackin paper gettin high dre dog in the deck will respect like Pac ni**a ill let my tape rock till my tape pop Andre Nickatina I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna last high way patrol say i drive too fast man im a bank roll holla i told her blow her quota but i know you want my picture in ya photo motorolla in my leather hat man i let my curls hang out we talking sh*t, down where the girls hang out the homie said hes good with the weapons and when it comes to b**ches and clothes he's the freshest i think you get the message its butter on the breakfast, toast and ill squeeze like a steak if you get too close i bucka bounce f**ka fly with the flames and pucka pucka party with my life in the game you know its all the same The Jacka The YAY AREA yeah boi that where im from pushed enough coke to have the whole world numb attempt to distribute, first case i run break a king down, sniff away the things i've done smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a gun and held the trees in my lungs pushin v's to the slums been through so much sh*t they can't believe that im young eyes tight like jet lee i believe im the one superb watching allah i believe is the pun without a blood test i cant believe thats my son im just a huslah on the run,everday bendin corners hoes pullin up on us i'm letting out the smoke pullin on a strong one straight out hyphy goin muh f**ka all that sh*t return a hardball nate is all i wish pasta and fish is a mobsters dish we was blessed with the recipe searching for the rest of me blinded by the light, going on ecstasy if it wasnt for this gangsta sh*t i wonder where the west will be 4 1 3 dont wanna die stand next to me