[Andre Nickatina] You say you want it all You say forget the law And everything you saw, you copped it from the raw You gon' be like the ones in sky And for a sec I was bout to ask why But we was broke It's 83' with a street gleam And young cats is rockin up and gettin' street teams And motherfuckers that hate me and want me to die Man they can see that I'm broke in my eye I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me somethin He made 20 g's, outta straight nothin' And Pee Wee bought a 69' cutty That niggaz mackin bitches makin money That shit ain't funny Cuz I'm a go get her and makin thangs iller It's like a pain killer, but it's much realer And in my callin' I could see the scrilla Playboy just said coke dealer, man I'ma try
We had a lunch date, in 1988 And from your sad face, you said you caught a case But besides that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good You movin' on thru the hood Got you a house no doubt in Vallejo For $700 ounce you gon' drop straight yayo Niggaz be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad I just gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call And like paper I was ripped apart Because you know that my mother is my heart I feel ashamed, cuz im'a blast first up in the game It ain't a mystery to me, money close at range Cuz these bitches be talkin shit I live by the crucifix Because of my pathways, party my last day Praise to the double glock I've smoken so much pot I don't know if I like it or not I got beef wit the Barry brothers They started hearin' my name up in the game And told the undercovers Yeah so here we go round and round The streets don't make a sound Don't they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down And thats the mind state for all those niggaz Rats bitin' cheese yeah all those squeelers Till the devil come and get us yeah they all gon' feel us Don't make it hard for coke dealers
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Ok it's 92', now what you gonna do? I heard you killed a guard, in ya fightin squad He said Nicky man you know the street theory I can't let the competition near me I hate em' dearly I'm so out of control in my life Live by the sword and die by the knife My mother called to give her best The police picked up the phone started to laugh And said he's under arrest I felt pain in my heart from a thousand whips Man, I wish I had never learned to bag a zip You should have seen they face when I payed my bail It was the look of the devil thats gon' send me to hell I made a call and I got a pot Cuz when it comes to this lawyer He wants the money man there ain't no disguise And these bitches with these cold hearts Man they be tellin' they friends That I'm a give em' a gang of ends and then My misery is legendary And I could hear the old coke dealers cryin at the cemetary I'm in the fast lane with no brakes And when it comes to this money I need a bakery to cook these cakes Man I'm goin to hell Or I'm a die in jail Or these bullets gon' rain And I'm gonna get nailed Cut cut cut me down Nicky It make me wanna shiver The lost soul of a coke dealer
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