[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      Word life..      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 plot   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      Word life..   The lost soul of a coke dealer   Word life... (x2)